I have always been someone who is capable of experiencing life profoundly. That is what made me a writer in the first place, and it also enables me to connect with people at a deeper level. But this also has some side effects. For example, I always felt a roller coaster of intense emotions at a higher rate than other organized adults. This eternally running roller coaster taught me that the highs of life – love, laughter, safety and pleasure, can be fleeting and are immediately followed by crushing lows – heartbreak, tears, fears, and pain. So, I am fiercely protective of all the good and beautiful moments of life, and have difficulty letting them go easily.
Yet it is a great irony that the number of things I had to
let go in the 28 years of my life so far is greater than the number of things I
could hold on to. So, maybe life is not supposed to be this battle between the acts
of holding on and letting go.
Then what exactly is life supposed to be? I am not sure. I
am still young and ignorant to know the answer to that question. But there are
some dead people, who tried to answer this question back when they were alive,
and here’s one such answer from a certain wise Austrian Poet named Rainer Maria
Rilke:
“God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.”
So, for now, just let everything happen to you: beauty and
terror.

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