The Next Minute (Slice of Life)

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It is indeed fascinating the amount of planning we do in life. There is planning from ‘before birth’ to ‘after death’. We live in the present and plan for the future. We have to, at least most of us have to. In spite of all our planning, life takes us by surprise. We worry or think too much about the future but we can never be really sure about the next minute.

I remember the tsunami which struck the eastern coastline of our country on December 26th, 2004. One minute life was going on as usual. The next minute life changed tragically for hundreds and thousands of people. Last year on November 30th our son was walking out of his college. He slipped and sank to the ground and is legs went into a ditch. His left ankle had three fractures. He was coming to meet his sister and nephew but instead had to go to the hospital.  Last year  my father slipped and suffered a fracture. Neither was he in a new place nor was he doing anything that he had not been doing every day before the fall. Life changed in that one minute.

And all those accidents we read about in newspapers. Life changes in a single minute. People lose their lives or something more tragic awaits them. A few years ago we were returning home. My husband had to apply the brake and the next minute life literally turned upside down. We just did not know what happened. People who were nearby to help us. We were battered but fortunately did not suffer any serious injury.

We generally recognize that the far future is unknown, but we fail to realise that the very next minute is unknown future. But, we cannot live with fear worrying about the next minute. If we did so life would become unbearable.

Why die a thousand deaths before the final one ?

To Sakleshpur (14)

The Next Minute (Slice of Life)

By Lakshmi Bhat

I am a person who believes there is not enough darkness in the world to extinguish the light of a small candle. We live in a small place in South India. I love reading, blogging, stitching, traveling, photography, listening to people and many other things which make life so very nice and interesting. Blogging is a fun experience, it has brought me into contact with people in different parts of the world and it is good to read about their everyday life. In spite of the differences there is a sameness which is fascinating. I have learnt and am learning something everyday. I have learnt to write haikus. I enjoy combining the thought and the number of syllables. I have always read books and I was happy to write short fiction. I had thought I would not be able to do so. Stream of Consciousness and photo challenges are fun too. Yes, there is so much in life that is sad and that hurts us. Many a time I wonder why life is so unfair to so many. We all have problems in life but the problems of many seems unbearable. This makes me feel so helpless. It is not possible to help everyone but we can do our bit, we can do something to help some in whatever way we can. Due to the pandemic I could not go to the Home for the mentally challenged for two years. I had been going there since 2011. I have started going again. I was happy that some members remembered me :) All of them are an important part of my life. There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made our lives richer.

8 comments

  1. This is absolutely true. I am glad I have learned to take things in stride and not get too flustered when plans change because there’s nothing I can do about that at all.

    Thanks for sharing this.

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  2. Indeed! Why die a thousand deaths when you could enjoy the minutes of life that you are given now. Good post.
    Which part of India are you from Lakshmi. I just get excited when I meet another Indian, and feel close to her regardless of the oceans and continents that separate us.

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