Hope

- Painting by George Frederic Watts (1886)

With her clothes in rags, her body scarred and bruised and bleeding, her harp all but destroyed and with only one string left, she had the audacity to make music and praise God ...

These fabulous lines seem to me like real marvels in the form of words, very rare to encounter in a practical world.

The moment I got them, there was an instant impulse of fearlessness that ran through my body. That feeling was so profound, so simple and so real that it is hard to describe in words. Somewhere this painting depicts a side of us, which some of us may believe and follow it through while others might bury it in some corner of our heart.

We live in such a paradoxical world that I am fully convinced that there is no right or wrong way. It is just a matter of choice. We either choose to stay in the game or we choose to give up. A friend of mine recently told me that everyone’s gifted with strengths and weaknesses and life is all about playing it right.

Sometimes we end up giving up to the situation thinking that there is no way – no hope. And more often than not, all we need is to just step back a little and probably try to widen our horizon to see the hidden dimension and get a perspective.

It all ends up to - who is the last man standing?

So keep playing the music till you have your last string intact. Don’t give up.

Love,

Jini