Dear reader, have you ever flown a kite, or seen people at play – letting the colourful, splendid beauties soar up, try to take off on their own, yet get restrained by the winds of the skies and whims of the master, who control their courses, their destinies?
And then there are those that lie dead, forgotten, telling a story of their own…
Years ago, at a game of kites, I too, had lost one to tricky winds and a giant buttress of an abandoned house in the neighbourhood. Words cannot describe the pain of loss I felt then. I remember having gone through intricate labour in detailing and decorating it, but alas, it turned out to be too fragile for the ferocious gusts!
Looking back, I find it remarkable how little lessons in dejection, loss and letting go, began the moment I began to learn and talk, grow and walk; only to get bigger and better in time, more terrible, more treacherous, more troublesome, as the years passed by and the life lessons got tougher – until I finally learnt that all things are fleeting, even dejection; until I finally learnt to be at peace with loss; and until, the greatest lesson had finally been driven home – that life is an art in letting go.
From losing materialistic things like a favourite toy or a wonderful set of crayons; to losing sensations like composure and strength; to then losing people, and sometimes even yourself, in this game of life – where you may try your best to soar up, spread your wings and claim the skies, knowing all the while that the ultimate power rests in nature and the source of all things – all you can do, dear reader, is make the best of your flight, fight through a furious wind here and a giant buttress there, and emerge victorious, letting go of control and fear – for the lessons will keep repeating themselves until you find it in yourself to remain tranquil in the face of tests, and the vicious cycles of success and failure.
In time, you realize that loss is as important a part of life as gain. If you weren’t mortal, life wouldn’t be as precious, as immediate, and as exquisite – qualities that make you strive to live each day to its fullest and keep that heart beating, beating, beating within.
Loss is a constant reminder of being utterly powerless in the face of control – of both the future and the beyond ; and completely powerful and potent in matters of the here and now – and this one kite of the present is yours to fly as far as you can take it.
Are you ready to claim your power, dear reader?
Until next time,
© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg