Life is coming to an end

The sun is going to set soon. The western sky resembles an elegant canvas depicting interplay of different mind-blowing colours as the ultimate pleasance of life. It appears that a painter is very busy with his brush and colours drawing the picture in exquisite loveliness. Twilight is ready to greet the evening and then the darkest night. Day is coming to an end with the fastest speed. Black blanket will cover the entire horizon. Only twinkling stars in the distant sky will remain alive with a distinct proclamation that life can never be extinguished so easily. The truth of life is always incandescent. The cycle of life is a continuous chain. It moves holding hand in hand. This bonding is eternal. The structural composition of the bonding may change with changing situation, but it can never be collapses like a house of cards. “The king is dead, long live the king”. This philosophy is very much appropriate in case of human life raising no dispute as such. A life may be suspended in the race of life. It is immediately replaced as the rule of nature.

It is convincingly approved that life can never be a closed chapter. Life is an Encyclopedia Britannica of changing colours and complexion. Life is a flowing stream with rippling waves. The rhythm of life is to be felt and to be known amidst struggles. I am now on the verge of getting the lamp of my life may be extinguished at any moment. I don’t have any frustration in my feelings. I must have to keep on singing the songs of life so long I am alive. Otherwise it will be a treachery to life and this breach of trust is unpardonable.

I have spoken many persons in the run of life. They belong to different sectors of society. Most of them hold different opinions to my placement. They advise me to come to the ground of reality giving up the sense of emotion. In maximum cases their given logic stands obtrusive to me. They plead that emotion has no specific coordinate in the ground of reality. They further add, never try to be an emotive fool. I become perplexed. How can a man survive giving up emotion completely? Blending of emotion in life is the essence of life. It is the real fragrance. How can I divert the direction of the philosophy of my life at the concluding part of my life? It is obviously a topic to be discussed impending adequate importance.

In the midst of raised up controversy between emotion and reality I don’t have any option but to un-envelope my conviction. All of us try to leave a distinctive mark in our life. We can never go beyond this thinking because it is our natural instinct. The sense of self-identity can never be overruled. We never want to be lost in the crowd of common people. We work silently to let others know our identity. Emotion is the basic spirit to do work selflessly. A man without emotion can never be propelled doing work for a greater cause. Sense of reality comes holding the hands of emotion. It is the strategic truth.

If we always think on the ground of reality the spirit to do work will be decimalized. It does not mean that question of reality is denied. So many ifs and buts comes on the way if we always priories the sense of reality. The feelings that the work can be done will never come up in our mind because those ifs and buts will pull back us to a zone where nihilism reigns unchallenged. Emotion fuels our spirit and reality guides us. Question of reality will never arise if the work remains yet to start. Reality gets fertile and saturated when emotion driven work is on the start.

A man can seldom survive without emotion. Imaginary wings never flutter if emotion is debarred of. Imagination out of emotion develops the blue print of work to be done. At the outset the diagram of thinking is to be matured. Then it appears the question of work to be executed and there emotion takes the leading part. Reality comes at the concluding part to finish the work smoothly and effectively. So reality can never move even an inch if emotion is ignored. Emotion is the basic ingredient and reality is the skill to complete the work.