A sane person would not accept that what he is doing will amount to anything. How is his suffering and sacrifice is any way going to change the course of the universe? Are the forces of Nature going to melted by his predicament and be moved by his pain? The realist will say that the apparently chaotic and sometimes cruel turn of events is choreographed to maintain law and order in the universe!
But... That is not going to stop him.
Three years ago, his conjugal union with his loved one produced an equally charming offspring. Perfect by every sense and too good to be true. He started thinking he must have something right in his life to beget something so right. His son was well liked by everyone including The Maker that The Maker decided to keep his handiwork to himself. It was all so sudden and the flashbacks are so vivid and surreal. Like a bizarre dream sequence where things happened right under your nose and you are too paralysed to react, his loved one, at one instant was playing with his toy and was lifeless on the floor the next. Reeling forward, there was mention of brain anomaly and abnormal vasculature but what he was left with were only memories of his first born and a garlanded portrayed image of him to remind the family that he is in a better place.
At about the time that the deceased was supposed to be two years of age, his wife announced of an imminent addition to the clan. Jubilant he was but what the meaning of all of this, he thought. What the Gods give, they also take leaving him high and dry.
He embarked on a spiritual journey of fasting and hunger pangs. He sacrificed simple pleasures of life. He control his gustatory desires and got the best of medical advice for his wife and newborn. He suffered along with prayers hoping to appease the Divine forces that give and take lives. 9 months progressed at snail's pace.
Alas, when the recipient of half DNA popped out with much pomp and excitement, he was overjoyed. What he saw in the eyes of the newborn is the very same eyes that fizzled out a years previously. The Gods have spoken, he thought and he promised to renew his belief and would forever surrender his life and soul to his master of universe. He is in ecstasy.
A realist or practical person would probably scorn at the act of the subject of the story. He would accuse him of belittling the intelligence of an average man. Like as if his prayers somehow worked out for his favour because the Forces took pity on his rumblings. Like it is so easy to change the course of nature by just enduring some sacrifices.
Well, that is how, from time immemorial, people have been seeking blessings from the Divine. Bearing pain, abstinence, shunning material wealth and choosing to live amongst the deprived, the underprivileged and downcast seem to surest and shortest way to reach God.
If it makes him happy, what's wrong? If it gives him a steady rock to anchor his confidence whilst he fights the high winds, what wrong?
Probably that is what Sheryl Crow told Lance Armstrong while he was transfusing those secret concoctions, blood and performance-enhancing drugs!
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