The Celebration Called Life

I am one amongst the various homo sapiens that are on the lookout for shells of  happiness hidden amidst the sand on the seashore of life. Even though life presents us with numerous reasons to celebrate it and cherish it with every moment that passes by from infront of our eyes, without being treasured as a reason of happiness. Life is a celebration in itself that begins as soon as a newborn opens his eyes in the humungous piece of wonder that we refer to as the world. The big mass is mistaken and accused widely for being a big bad arena to step into. As the practicality of life begins to set in with age the spell of life disappears into thin air. Practicalities are not merely the realization of reality but it is the perspective of life from an adults point of view, an adult who desires more than it can be acquired and infront of whom there is an ocean of possibilities and opportunities in which the boat of life can sail ahead of the ones that have others on board. The waves cannot be controlled through the human mind and physical strength. They will rise and subside with the tide of time that will map out the path of every boat. But we tend to try to control the uncontrollable only to land up in the middle of the ocean with all the other boats with the horizon visible as a line somewhere in a faraway land.
The perspective makes all the difference. As a child we never think about leaving someone or something behind.But from the deck of our ship we do not resist the touch of the wind but embrace it with open arms. We play without any apprehension and sing our lungs out without any fear of being judged.The horizon is looked upon as a present to be opened and not a designation to be achieved. We end up embarking upon a journey or a voyage towards serene destinations to achieve the peace that seems to be lost for some unknown reason but we avoid the journey within our own selves. We even manipulate the festivals and anniversaries as reasons to celebrate life and ourselves. But come to think of it, these special days
are devoid of any traces of magic that the other days do not possess. Every day our life dwells on the same set of circumstances with the same group of people but the value of time and relationships is seldom there. Everyday must be a celebration of the blessing called life that has been bestowed upon us in the form of love, care, respect, emotions, beauty, wonder, enthusiasm, inspiration and perspiration. The only aspect that has evidently drifted away has been acceptance and appreciation. As we learn to dance the dance of life rather than practising the steps before stepping on the dance floor, we will experience the celebration called life.