what makes a day perfect
Sunday, March 07, 2010
♥ Sunday, March 07, 2010
A perfect day begins with a situation of olympic proportions. A two kilometre sprint. And together with this event is its corollary- the grandeur and adrenaline of being a competitor. And because a perfect day is not defined only at its start but also by its end, the day must conclude with some sort of victory, some achievement or satisfaction. There must be at the end of that day, a trophy raised.
But that is an incomplete picture. And there can be no true appreciation without a true picture.
The true picture, in my perfect day, is everything that happens in between the get go to the finishing line. It is in the run that started off a little rough or the despair that came along with the fatigue that set in way too early. It is in the mental images and logical faculties that fail to persuade the mind that the journey can be made. It is in the timing that looks way too untenable and in the paralyzing exhaustion.
And it is then, that a miracle happens.
Nope its not gatorade, for goodness sake. Its something better. Its the large resonating voice of a person saying a prayer. The prayer that invigorates in its wisdom and its gentleness. The prayer that says "there is a font of strength that is beyond you, now reach for it, because it is yours." A prayer that asks, without doing so, "can I be present to you". And now the runner isnt running alone, neither is he running for himself and by himself. Now there are two, or three persons running by him and in him. There is a multiplication of efforts, a combining of energies. The quadriceps, somewhat bewildered by the origin of this extra burst, tighten with renewed vigour.
And then the finishing line, becomes a possibility. And then victory is within grasp.
But the trophy isnt all. The trophy is just an item costing no more than a handphone or watch. It is the smiles that the trophy brings, in the dinner table, with the handshake of a father and exhilarated siblings that plants the day deep into the heart of one's memory. It is anticipating the look on the person who prayed, when the gift is received that announces that the trophy is won, that gives that memory a profound joy. It is knowing that with every step of our lives, we take along with us, those persons who matter: their thoughts, their joys, their all.