Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The match box of life


Its a fact that even sitting idle generates thousands of thoughts in our mind, they can be negative but if kept on the right track, theres a bright positive spark every now and then.
Yesterday I was quite preoccupied with the aforementioned activity, when suddenly a match box fell on me..well it didn't fall all of a sudden as it happens in movies, but since my uncle was quite busy, therefore after lighting up his lungs he aimed the match box towards a shelf and as I was standing like a boulder, blocking his aim, the match box came straight into my hands.......and pufff came the quote...a quote? well yes, the match box had a quote written behind it, which went like this............... "He is the happiest be it King or peasant who finds peace in his home"...(A quote written on Cake match box)this quote is by a German writer Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, whom George Eliot called "the greatest man of letters ...and the last true polymath to walk the world"..well writers have a unique way of praising each other so lets not get into that...So this sudden appearanace of the quote on the match box triggered my brain and tickled it to the limit that it made me come face to face with the irony of life....
Isn't life like a match box, it can light up anytime we want it to, but its in our hands what we use the fire for....its light can be used both for a disheveled living and for bringing light to those who reside in darkness. Its light can be used for self destruction and for the warmth that comforts us and others aswell..
The match box of our life has limited matchsticks..the number of days that we're going to live, if we keep on wasting the match sticks and using them in such a way that they become unfit for use..don't you think we are wasting many precious moments that could have been structured in a better way?
We fight, we abuse, we want to win each and every argument of life, but where is it taking us...and all this happens in our homes, a nest made out of all the hardwork that we have done...is it good that when we come back home,this very abode feels like hell?What is going wrong..where are the match sticks of our life being wasted?This is for each one of us to understand and find out.
Sometimes a small spark burns up our world, making us realise how feeble our endeavours make us...how narrow our mind and our power to think becomes.
"He is the happiest be it King or peasant who finds peace in his home". Lets resolve to get that peace back into our lives, lets use the match stick of our life to find out where the fault lies and to light up each dark corner that ever existed. Even if we come to know that its not our fault, then lets find a way out, a way to generate the lost spark by bringing the smile back on those whose happiness is contagious.
Lets light up our mind and energies and use them in the best way towards the best path...the path leading to a peaceful life.


Peace it was, that I could never find,
and went from shore to shore on a neverending search.
Every corner, nook or horizon..nothing could quench such distressing urge,
and then I realised I left a place,
unseen, unsearched, unexplored..
it was my heart that was in darkness,
once lit, I found peace for sure.

Every new beginning starts with a "me" and then goes on to "we"!

15 comments:

Whirlwind said...

A good thought provoking article!!

Ayesha Parveen said...

Beautifully written, well-conveyed. Thanks, Sana. Best wishes.

Praseem said...

Lovely thoughts, gr8 analogy between life and a matchbox!!

Mohammed Musthafa said...

really liked ur comparison of the matchbox to life...makes sense too! gud one...

A New Beginning said...

Thanks Whirlwind, Ayesha, Praseem and Musthafa, thanks for your valuable comments, In life comprisons can be made with anything be it big or small,whats important is to have a positive attitude and look for the positive in everything you come accross:)

Sneha said...

Thought well conveyed.:)

issam said...

beautiful thought!!
Our life like a matchstick...
Lighting for various purposes...
And the decision to illuminate or burn with that light is truly ours.
lovely sana..

AJai said...

I liked the correlation of the match box to life. It's up to us what we do with the match sticks. As usual beautiful writing sana. Rock on girl!

A New Beginning said...

Thanks Aneha. Issam and Ajai :)

Margaret Cloud said...

Another great, well thought out post. Our neighbor collected match books from all over the world, he was a traveling salesman, he kept them in a large fish bowl on his refrigerator. Thank you for coming by.

A New Beginning said...

Same goes for u Margaret!Have a great week ahead!

Deliberately Thoughtless said...

Earlier, I had the habit of collecting the pictures from matchboxes.. You took me down my memory lane.. Nice post

SindhuBhairavi said...

:) a nice post! thoughtful!!

Zeba Talkhani said...

WOW. This was simply amazing!

mohit said...

Hey, cool blog uve got here..

I realised that what uve written is wierdly VERY logical !
The matchbox of life...deep.

but what if 1 match lights up all the rest, and the flame gets out of control ?

PS: u always end with a poem ? :P