THE COURAGE TO LIVE




“Sometimes, even to live is an act of courage.”

Lucius Annaeus Seneca

 

I seriously think, that the most valuable gift you and I can give to ourselves – is to be kind to ourselves! And, I, also, think, that you and I have never seriously paused to reflect on what ‘being kind to oneself’ means…

For each one of us, there are two kinds of pressures to deal with.

The first kind of pressure is the one which others put on us: to perform better, and even better… to excel, shine, beat, stand out, earn more, become ‘number one’, crack this and crack that… become famous, rich and everything that ‘shows, glows, shines’…

Yes, this kind of pressure is from outside. Teachers, parents, coaches, team leaders, bosses – we all know what such pressure is… how it can work as a double-edged sword… make it or break it.

We justify, saying, “How can anyone excel unless and until put under such pressure?”

The point taken, Sir. “Diamonds are cut under pressure” … Yes, ‘Diamonds’. But, diamonds are lifeless… They have no heart or soul, no emotions. Humans are living beings; they have fragile emotions… Thus, before we think, that we can cut them like diamonds, let us – parents, teachers, coaches, team leaders, bosses, all – please step back and take a long breath…

You see, some humans can’t take the pressure… They break!

The second kind of pressure is the one you and I put on ourselves – self-exerted. Here, the parents, teachers, coaches, team leaders, bosses and everyone else around may keep telling us, “Relax, it’s okay… Take it easy.” But, what we tell ourselves, mercilessly, is “It’s not okay, it’s not enough.”

This kind of pressure, I think, is more burdensome, more crushing… Its is invisible, and, often, left unexpressed and unshared. Obviously, the weight of this pressure is unbearable… and, so are its consequences.





One of my Class-12 students is a national-level sportsman. He tours frequently to play tournaments all over the country. Due to this, he has to regularly miss my classes. But, being a sportsman, he knows how much to expect in his exams and how much to expect in his matches. He knows, that, in life, we can’t have it all. So, some matches, he wins, and some, he loses. In exams, some he scores very low, even fails; but, mostly, he does decently well… But, importantly, he enjoys. At the end of the day, he comes home and feels - ‘I am home’!

Last week, my student had to miss one of my 8-am classes for another reason. He had sent a message to me early in the morning, saying, that one of his cousins had died of suicide!

“Very sad to hear that news, dear,” I sent an immediate reply, “My deepest condolences… Don’t worry about my class. Meanwhile, please call me whenever you can.”

The reason I had asked my student to call (whenever he could) was to know what had triggered his cousin’s suicide…

The next morning, my student’s mother (who holds a good position in a reputed organization) called me up to describe what had happened…

Apparently, the young man, her nephew, had been an exceptionally bright kid… He scored around 97-98 percent both in his tenth and twelfth Board-exams. Post that, he had joined Symbiosis (Pune) to pursue Economics and done exceptionally well in his first year. Now, in his second year, all was visibly going extremely well… His parents, grandparents and relatives – who had always encouraged him to take it easy – had never, ever sensed anything amiss in the life of this young man. He had come home (Mumbai) for Diwali… Spent good time with his parents and grandparents… He had spent a night at my student’s house… given him lots of tips on what books to read, and how to plan in life etc.  And, then, he had returned to his college hostel in Pune, late that evening. As the hostel mess was closed for the night, his parents ordered food for him through an App…

At night, around 2.30 or so, the phone rang and parents were given the tragic news… Their bright son had jumped from the fifth floor of his hostel building, and ended his life!

No foul play, nothing as external trigger… The trigger, it was clear, was internal!

My student only missed that one class... The next one, he joined online; and, the one after that, he came to attend in person…

There is sadness in the family… There is incredible pain to deal with…

But, then, it’s life. As Lucius Annaeus Seneca says, “Sometimes, even to live is an act of courage.”

Prayers.



 

GERALD D’CUNHA

 

Pic’s: Pixels/ 1. Kamaji Ojino 2. Tatiana Syrikova 

Video: Zee Music Company

 

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