She Sells Seashells

A true Story, just happened to me yesterday. Me and my elder son was having so much fun on the seashore. He is six now and this is his second visit so he feels a little courageous to venture a little deeper into the sea this time. None of us know how to swim so I'm holding him by my right hand, letting him go only to the depth he should be able to handle. It looked like just another wave came crashing down on us but this time I lost control and stumble down on the sand. Our hands get separated. I got up quickly though and I look on my left where he should be but I don't see him there. I look and he is not on my right either! I look forward into the sea and see the most terrifying scene a father can see. A sharp knife just jabbed deep into my heart as I watched him being carried away deeper. I try to run towards him breaking through the waves as fast as I can but the sea seems to be using both her hands, one to pull him in and the other to push me away. Then I see his terrified face one last time and he went down. 

An unsettling though starts to creep in that no matter how much I want I just can't do anything except wishing him to be push back to shore. The earth beneath me opens up and I start to fall. The knife inside my heard starts to tear me apart with the realization that down there he is till alive and struggling to stay so. With each passing seconds his chance is getting slimmer and slimmer and nothing I can do about it. 

My mind is racing. I wish I could do something, anything. I want to trade everything I possess for by boy right now. I wish I could go back in time and change everything. But I realize nothing lesser than a miracle can save both of us now. Speaking of miracle, I remember I happens to know a guy who handles that kind of thing. So I look up and call out to him out loud "Without a dot of doubt I know you are watching everything. And without a dot of doubt I know you can do anything. So I pray to you, please, bring my boy back to me against all the odds. Right Now."

Next thing I know I wake up in my bed sweating like a pig. I looked on my left and saw my boy slipping and yes, breathing. Like a cool breeze, a bliss stats to heal up my shattered heart. I lie down quietly as I absorb the serenity. I didn't even had to utter but from the bottom of my heart a voice gives thanked to the Him for bringing back my boy to me. 

I brief taste of what could have happen, made the realize that I already have the most valuable thing in my possession, I just forget to be thankful time to time till I see a possibility to loose it. True story. Happened to me last night.

Now I am aware that some of you are thinking like what did he ate last night before going to bed but the bottom line is, I realized how a lot of us have confused happiness with peace. In contrarily to popular belief, I do believe happiness can be bought but it only last till the next version of that iPhone arrives. It's the internal peace of mind, that money can't buy part we keep forgetting about. 

So we are in constant struggle to fill up the blanks with our planning for the next trip to Bahamas. We just can't create peace with stringing pieces of good times together. No matter who we are or where we are, it only takes a split second to turn our world completely upside down. I know I'm being redundant here but truly, money can't buy peace. And that's why internal peace is absolutely free. 

Now we may vary on the true form of actual internal peace of mind but to me it is, like a child, knowing with certainty that you are in a good hand and automatically being thankful for that. 

Originally - Sep 27, 2017