FROM THE BOTTOM TO THE BUDDHA

That’s the journey of a snail, one of the smallest breeders.

When they chose to sacrifice their life for saving Buddha from the scorching heat of the day.

And that’s how they ended on his cast, leaving a forever mark in the history by becoming part of Buddha.

A small creature, a real time decision but a big impact.

That’s the power of small.

Small gestures, kind words, a little thanks, the passing by smile… all these things make life beautiful, afterall what’s life but an amalgamation of sweet little moments!

I have now strongly realised how powerful small changes can be , my experience of living with my disease has changed overtime because of minor interventions.

Be it one liner videos on YouTube in the morning that change the way I feel,

or a spoon of Tulsi water that helps with swallowing ,

the tiny plant in my room with just 10 leaves (yes I count them everyday),

the lamp I lite which ignites my hopes too,

or the moment my kid comes home and hugs me,

or be it the sitting mat we found which helps with sitting for couple of hours,

or the minor change in clothing which helped ease an year long pain,

or the moment my family and friends show up when I am just about to break,

or the small flower my caretaker gets me every morning,

the things my husband does just to bring a smile on my face

or the silly words my friend would say while I’m crying which makes me laugh in the process … the point is all this looks small on the surface but deep down these are the reasons I am still alive and going strong .

The flip side of all of this is also true, small negatives also make their mark – like the one word of diagnosis, the google prognosis, ignorance of family/ friends, small criticism we give to people in the name of being honest, crude things being said in the name of “I was just joking”… all these small pins also go in deep but over time I have learnt to accept, forgive and move on.

I hope my point is being heard here that however we may like it or not but Real life is in small little tiny minute things, acts, words and moments.

I understood this better, when I tried to list down the special happy soulful moments from my life, and having spent 40+ years alive, I was not able to list down even half of the count of years I had lived….

Which made me wonder that maybe I had lived a life full of all sorts of moments but NOT MOMENTS FULL OF LIFE !

this tells a big story about the way we live our lives.

What I have learnt is to NOT to look at the bigger picture but at the small strokes I paint each moment, each day and eventually the bigger picture will automatically be my own Mona Lisa.

So now with whatever is left of me I feel gratitude for all the small blessings, cherishing small moments and Living by “Carpe Diem”