“You see that man down there who’s cycling?” said the Creator to the little baby beside Him.
The soon-to-be-born gurgled, “Yes” in baby lingo.
Soon, even his mother would understand it as well as God did.
“That cyclist doesn’t have ambitions. He hasn’t made plans on how he wants to spend his next five years. He saves much less than he spends. He helps his neighbor, an old lady, with rations every month. He gives kids, he doesn’t know, candies to eat. The world will tell you it is wrong to be him. They will tell you to think about yourself. They will mock you if you don’t plan. They will chide you for being ambition-less.”
The baby looked up at the peaceful soul beside him. He looked puzzled. Saliva dripped from the corners of his parted lips.
Chuckling, God took the baby in His lap, wiped the drool and continued, “I want you to be like him. I want you to live one day at a time, one moment at a time. I want you to dream but I don’t want you to become so blind with ambition that you forget why exactly you were living. I want you to respect the beauty of my creations and find your strengths, hopes and solace in them. I want you to always believe in yourself and in humanity. I want you to appreciate life much more than fear death.”
“Will it be easy?” the baby asked, looking down at so many unlike the cyclist.
“No, it won’t. And when it isn’t, remember that God did not bring you this far to abandon you.”
And saying so, He let go of the baby, whose head was now visible to the doctor as the mother screamed in pain.
P.S.: What according to you is life?
Picture Credits: Ishita Shah.