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It’s a Wonderful Life!

by Gauri Trivedi

[box]We are lucky to have this wonderful life and every second of our time in this earth is precious, says Gauri Trivedi. Read on to find out why she thinks each phase in our lives is a happy beginning and a happy ending in itself. The bottom line, she suggests, is to make every single day count.[/box]

[box type=”info”] Author’s note: Count your life in decades, years, months, days or hours; the clock starts ticking the second you are born. Do what you want but your days on this earth are numbered. Scary thought? My intention is not to scare you. It is actually to remind you of how lucky you are to have this wonderful life. At some point in our lives, I am sure most of us would have wondered if our life has been or is wonderful. It has happened to me too, but when I actually sit down and think about it – I feel life has indeed been delightful. So what is it that makes our time on this earth so precious? What is it that makes a life wonderful? Each phase of life has its own joys which are sometimes overlooked. No one stage of life measures better compared to others, there’s happiness at every corner if you can just find it. In a way it is ironical, the day life begins you know it is going to end but in that irony lies the secret of making each day count. You can look back at the very beginning (childhood), jump ahead to when most of the days are gone or pick up from anywhere in between, each phase is a happy beginning and a happy ending in itself. Every day is a new day and I believe it is possible to make a happy start at any point in your life and conclude on the same lines.[/box]

Wonderful it is to live a childhood in trust and innocence

The days all unruffled and the nights so serene

A pure heart and a restless mind, could you hurt a soul even if you wanted to?

The older you grow the more you miss those childhood days

Will there ever come another time, the one that you left behind?

 

 

Cute and naïve is all a thing of the past

You are almost as tall as mom and can’t wait to show that off

The world hasn’t changed as much, only you see it differently now.

The thrill and the passion of a teenage mind; neither fathomed nor explained

Appearance and attention become the focus of your existence

And friends become the oxygen needed for survival.

These are the days of dreamy afternoons and sleepless nights

First crushes and stolen kisses.

Your heart breaks easily but mends in a day or two

You may not know this but your parents dreaded these very years.

 

A heartache, a lost friend, you have endured it all

You are wiser and smarter but still very young

Occupation and commitment are no longer just heavy words.

Maybe you’ve claimed your seat in the family business

Or lived your dream doing art.

Maybe you travelled far away to discover the ways of other worlds

Or have thrived in familiar surroundings, rooted to the core.

Maybe you’ve waited for the right person to come along

Or made home with your childhood sweetheart

The possibilities are endless and I wonder what comes next

Because all you have to do is reach out and grab.

 

The next few years just whizz by you, faster than anything else

It isn’t always that you get a chance to live all over again.

Those tiny feet and curious eyes redefine the way things get done

You want to be right more than wrong

Nothing else seems important enough.

It isn’t always rosy the thing that they call parenthood

At times it feels like a thankless job

You falter, you forgive, and you set them straight

The one thing you never do is stop loving them.

 

A settled existence; you worked for it and have it now.

Mostly engaging and mildly boring, that’s the curse of falling into a routine.

It is a contrast in itself that middle part of life.

Can’t go backwards, don’t want the years to move forward

A unique dilemma and not a solution in sight.

The zest may not be gone but the killer instinct probably died off.

Slowing down is not half as bad, a chance to spot things sometimes overlooked

Finally free to indulge on spurs and rejoice in the knowledge of time at hand.

 

This is but a short reminder of the wonderful days you lived

Not just passed by or deemed regretful but the ones actually breathed.

Beyond this very moment you are powerless to see

There may be many more to come or your time may just freeze.

Remember you have a rare gift today, ‘a someone’ doesn’t have

One more day to cherish and love, waiting for you to live it up.
Gauri Trivedi is a former business law professional who makes the law at home these days. A Mom to two lovely daughters (ages 5.5 and 1.5 years), her days are filled with constant learning and non- stop fun. All of her “mommy time” goes into writing and finds itself on her blog pages http://messyhomelovelykids.blogspot.com/ & http://pastaandparatha.blogspot.com/ and if she is not writing she is definitely reading something!

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  1. Gauri, You have described phases of life so beautifully dear. Felt like this was all what I wanted to write too and felt like I was reading my own story :). I’m sure everyone who read this would feel the same. Lovely poem, keep up the wonderful job..

  2. To express thoughts so beautifully in words is a great work by a writer.This poem is really a long journey from childhood to maturity.

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