Everyone’s life is a motivation in itself. Everyone goes through struggles, incidents, and events in their life that teach themselves and others a lesson. In fact, we don’t actually have to go through struggles to gain some inspirational experiences but it is a common notion that we learn something only if and when we go through something that triggers struggle.
As for me, I find inspiration from Mother Nature itself to continue my life. I go through events that make me question my entire existence. I see animals being abused, women and children being raped and murdered, politicians being… well, themselves – not caring about the earth – shatteringly shocking events going on on a daily basis, and being helpless at the end of the day. I am sure many of you might relate to me on some level.
Despite having this frustration, I find solace in knowing that I can voice out and make it a part of the collective voice of the public. I find solace in hope that maybe one day our collective voice shall be heard and “strict” laws will be finally implemented, not just on paper, but in action too. Till then, I can live on holding on to the tiny string of HOPE. Hope motivates and inspires me to move on, do better, and share my thoughts that might impact the person listening to me.
Being a student of Social Work, it is sometimes frustrating to see the potential incidents that might become huge social problems one day. The helplessness I feel when I recognise these issues but am unable to come up with any solutions to them is terrible.
Being a firsthand victim of problems caused by alcoholism, I have gone through events that make me want to give up living. The negative feeling that I was unable to help someone dear to me overcome addiction shatters me. It makes me feel useless despite my theoretical knowledge of counseling and social work.
But when the thought of giving up my life comes and I realize it, I grab onto something that makes my life a little brighter, a little worthwhile. Sometimes, I really need to remind myself, recall all the good things, and make mental notes of why I need to stay behind despite all the horrible incidents that occur frequently.
At times, I need to bring my mind back to myself. I need to talk and bring myself out of the haze when I realize that it’s making rash decisions during the time of rage, frustration, and distress. I prefer to use the word “distressed” rather than “depressed”. I am not sure if I can motivate anyone reading this if they are going through the phases of depression, but I sure would love to help them out of their misery and bid adieu to their hard times.
Life is too precious to throw it away in a whim of anger, frustration, and distress. That is what I internally believe and remind myself time and again. Going a little personal, I take the life I am living right now as my second life.
As an infant, I almost lost my life. My body had gone cold and the attending medical personnels were ready to pronounce me dead. But lucky for me, a senior doctor came in, asked to check the temperature of the umbilicus, and oh my! It was like fire in that particular area of that tiny body. My parents recall the heat in that part of my tiny body was enough to warm buckets of water. So, that’s where I want to believe that I started my second life. Not everybody is lucky enough to get a second chance at life.
That incident apart, I have a medical condition called “cleft palate”. The medical teams operate on the cleft-lipped children early on in their infancy these days but at the time of my birth, the advancement in this type of surgery was not even introduced in our country. A plastic surgeon took my case when I wasn’t even a year old. From then on, I have lost my uvula and as a result, I have difficulty pronouncing certain words/phrases even today.
At the age of 24, I have gone under the knife four times. Three for my cleft palate correction, and the last one for my right ear. The last one was because I had a hole in the right eardrum and due to this, I had no hearing at all in the right side. My parents think that this happened because when I was being bottle-fed, they didn’t incline my head a little higher than the rest of my body. This made the liquid pass from my mouth to the ear. Well, I don’t really know how our body parts are interlinked but I guess it makes sense since we have a single department looking after our ear-nose-throat (ENT).
Why am I sharing all my personal experiences? I’m quite unsure actually. But I do hope someone finds inspiration from my life so far. I hope people learn something from my experiences. All I can advise anyone is – don’t ever hesitate asking others for help because they might be more experienced than you. It might be hard to share, but try sharing. At last, here’s my favorite from the drama series “School 2013”:
“There are times when everyone wants to die. It isn’t wrong to have the thought that you want to die. Even if you wanted to die, the fact that you endured it was great. You just climbed a very difficult mountain. While struggling, you did very well. So I am very grateful to you and proud of you”.
– Sushmee Singh (NEPAL)
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