Anecdote #10

I will not be talking about any experiences time. This post or piece of writing is an ode to my mother.

The beauty of her face is now hidden behind lines and wrinkles but her aura exudes strength and courage. I see her everyday sitting right in front of me, sleeping next to me and always standing beside me. I wish and sincerely hope that she never has to face troubled times, that agony never penetrates her being. That is not in my hands and that is what irks me the most. You may say that none of this can be decided by me but my mother is my world and I cannot watch my world crumble.I want to have the power to do the best for her, to give her the joy and happiness that I die to see and shield her from the testing times. She has faced and dealt with each phase of her life so valiantly. She is my soldier. Her presence is enough to calm my nerves. This brave front of her's is commendable but I want my chirpy and lively mother back. Hasn't it been enough? When would a time come when the hardships would subside. I understand that life is incomplete without any tribulations but if they constantly trouble you then the soul gets scarred.

I cannot change a person's destiny nor can I change the course of their journey but I can pray for their good. I do not feel it to be right to disclose my mother' story. I would only encourage  people to give unconditional love and respect to those who help them survive in this world which has a dark side to it. Not all are faced with it. There are some who later can never fully recover. I am proud to say that my mother is a fighter. She has taught me to never quit and to wish well for everybody. I am blessed to have her.
Sometimes I wonder whether darkness welcomes light, if the dark night sky prepares itself to allow the stars to shine. I would then say to my star, shine bright.