I’ve been cribbing almost all my life, not that I am 80 years old already but a major part of what I’ve lived, I’ve spent cribbing and complaining and hovering upon things that aren’t attainable or for that matter, are damaged beyond repair. I look myself up in the mirror and I immediately feel crushed under the gargantuan realities that look me right into the eye, I’m fat. I do not have an ideal body, no abs, no toned thigh and no perfect butt. So I spend most of the day cribbing and cursing the body I live in. What even? I hate my hair, I cut them down in a matter of impulse and now I wail over these short residual carcasses of my long locks so I spend most of the day staring at other women’s locks and cribbing even harder. That’s all I’ve done all my life, felt empty because of things I do not have or regret most of the decisions I’ve made for myself in a well-planned manner or out of being the desperate-impulsive-passionate person that I am. Ugh. No matter how strong a woman I portray myself to be in front of the world, it all just comes down to the factual reality that lies under my skin. This is not me.
Just two days back, while I was in my class at school, I got a call from the administration asking me to report to the department office immediately. As I entered the room filled with a good 5-7 people, I was met with sympathetic eyes, some people hung their heads low. I was baffled and I hadn’t seen what was coming. The man in charge of the desk told me that my family had called to inform that my father had passed away. My world literally crashed around me given the kind of bond that I share with my father. He is the only best friend that I have and mere words would not suffice my love for that person. My hands started shaking, I was cold. Colder than the ice. I was yelling at them, asking them re-check if the call was for me. I called my mom, my dad, my granny but to no avail. Nobody took the call. I almost believed what was confronted upon me and started crying like this was it. Like everything was falling apart in tandem. Just then, a woman came rushing towards me grasped my hands and told me that It was a misunderstanding, the call was for some other girl with the same name. I looked at her in horror, unable to comprehend what had just happened with me. I cried even harder. I couldn’t move for about 30 minutes. I hadn’t talked to my dad in two days, I was 540 miles away from him and this awkward confrontation had rendered me lifeless for the whole day. When I regained consciousness, I called my father to know that he was healthy and hearty! It was a very deep trauma. It took 2 days for me to come out of it.
I stopped cribbing. There are things that are so much more important than what appears on the outside. It is a deluge. Everything is in place as long as you have those who will have your back no matter what. I call dad two times everyday now. His voice satisfies every cell of my body. He is my world. He’s everything. And I don’t need anything else as long as I can have him.
Oh my!I almost cried reading that.What a terrible experience it must have been..thank god the call was not for you,but I feel for the other person.
This post teaches us to value each thing we have good or bad.
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Exactly, my friend!
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Such a special picture and so glad it was not for you dear xxx
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Yes, me too. Cannot imagine it in my wildest dreams.
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Oh my! My whole being is now shaking. . . What a traumatic experience, indeed! But, also, what an extraordinarily harsh way of learning an important lesson, as you have said: “There are things that are so much more important than what appears on the outside.” And so you “stopped cribbing.” I am so very, very grateful to know that your father is fully alive and doing well, and I pray blessings upon you and him and the wonderful relationship you share together! Thank you for sharing this heart-wrenching, deeply personal story. All the best to you, your family and loved ones!
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Thank you so much, my dear friend. Your kind words give a lot of power to me. π
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I’m sure it was terrifying. Glad all has worked out for. Treasure EVERY DAY for we never know when the last is upon us.
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Well said!
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oh…my….:( I cried but as I kept on reading…damn! I feel sorry for that other person.
Every moment of everyday is a moment to hold dear and treasure. π
You are beautiful and I’m glad you and your dad are there for each other. π
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Thanks charlie, it means a lot to me.
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You are so welcome my friend. π Where have you been? Missed you blogging. π
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I took my exam yesterday. I had been preparing for this for the last 1.5 years. I was off for a while to put in extra effort. I’m back now! How have you been?
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What a reality check
glad to hear everything is alright
As always Sheldon
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Thank you. π
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