There are various thoughts that fly right across our minds day in and day out. We all have that vision within us about us achieving something, or doing something we’ve always wanted to do. Even I had my own visions, my dreams which kept coming to me. More often than not, I felt guilty of not working towards them even though I could and yet took no concrete step to work towards it. And alas! The dreams remained just dreams.
Sitting on the park bench was something I was too fond of. It was a Sunday evening and there was no better way to utilize my holiday. Few school children were enthusiastically playing badminton right in front of me. The cool wind was smoothly blowing through my hair. I could feel shivers rushing through my body, a feeling I had always loved. It was getting darker and the beautiful lights were lit up.
Just like everyone else around, I was lost in deep thoughts of my own. Thoughts of life and death, of my dreams, of the things I had wished to achieve in life. Back in those days, I was too fond of writing. A 19 year old free lance writer back then, I had this Dream of starting my own website, promoting my thoughts and of others too. A dream to become an entrepreneur in an industry I loved always excited me. But few things don’t come so easy.
I was a chartered accountancy student and life was tough. College in the morning, followed by office and then classes on few days in the evening virtually left me with no time to eat and sleep properly. Moreover, how would I manage so many things at such a tender age? What if doesn’t work out? What if the money wasted? What if I don’t succeed and it ends as a terrible failure? My head was filled with negativity throughout. I had lost my senses and was barely aware of what was going around me in the park. The world seemed to have taken a pause for me. But something caught my attention and dragged me back to reality. The incident changed the way I started looking at life.
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A little kid not elder than 10 wanted to play badminton with kids aged 15 and above. There was no chance for the little kid to even give them a fight, but an interesting exchange of words was picking up.
‘But I want to play with you’, he cried.
‘How can you play with us? We are older than you. Go play with kids of your age’, one of the children replied.
‘So what if you’re elder to me?’ the little kid asked making a completely innocent face.
‘It will be boring for us to play with you. We have more power and skill and you will be easily defeated. It won’t be a good match!’, another one followed.
The kid’s next reply though won the hearts of all the spectators around.
‘My parents tell me that I will not lose if I try my best. Just give me a chance!’ said the kid in a bold voice.
On the first look it might seem to be an ordinary reply, for it is obvious for little kids to be stubborn. He was no different. But guess what, he got a chance to play with them. The confidence of the kid won the heart of those children and they did not want him to be left disappointed.
Suddenly, something very absurd happened. I could not see anything and it was pitch dark. My eyes were terribly burning. Seconds later, as I regained my senses, I could see my bedroom’s ceiling fan right in front of me. It took me another minute to realize that I was actually lying on my bed. I had just been dreaming. Oh my! A few sips of water brought me back life. I was wide awake now at this point time. As I sat on my bed recollecting the dream, thoughts flew right into my head again.
The kids – how on earth can’t they care about winning or losing? They just try their best to achieve what they want to achieve. The little kid was too brave to challenge people who were more skilled than him. He was short of resources and yet eager to fight. He was so confident because he never knew what it was like to lose. He trusted his own capabilities rather than fearing that of his opponents. For him, just trying hard and playing the game was all that mattered and perhaps not the end result. But was he so special? I don’t think so.
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Remember how as a kid we were all the same? Remember how we were never afraid of challenges? How we would climb to dangerous places without the fear of falling? How soon we would get over a wound and try again, almost defying the pain? We all fell number of times from our cycles but we never gave up learning despite all the blood we lost. Back then everything was possible for us, even the Superman existed in reality and we all wanted to be one. So, why isn’t it the same now?
What has changed in all of us that makes us scared to take even a single step ahead in life, that stops us from doing what we want to do only because we know that we’re probably going to fail? The little kid also knew that he might not play well, but as he said, why would he lose if he tried hard enough?
Going deeper in my memory, I realized something that gave birth to ‘Just Write Things’. That day in the park 9 years ago, I had lost that game of badminton. However, even though a little later after some 20 odd days and a number of games, I did manage to defeat one of them. Exactly like I said, why would I lose if I tried hard? A little later, but I did win. Now I knew what I had to do to live my dream. I just had to become a kid again. Becoming the kid who got it right, or rather who was not afraid of doing it wrong.