I obsessed about my flaws, looking for the smallest blemish.
Obsessed about finding every one, finding it, worrying about it
Worrying about what people thought about it..
Did people think it made me less worthy?
Could I do anything to correct it, hide it maybe?
I spent hours looking, analyzing, searching, seeking..
Then One day I found it.. the biggest flaw, the one perfect flaw.
In obsessing about my flaws and imperfections, In worrying about them endlessly..
I had forgotten on thing..
I had forgotten that inspite of all those flaws, all those blemishes, I was Precious..
I was a diamond..
Beautiful, priceless, wonderful
I had forgotten that those very flaws and imperfections had infact made me even more precious..
They had made me unique..
Now that I had found the one perfect flaw..I did not have to worry about the others..
Father had said he wanted to talk about his recent post -> In the loving memory of.. A Blog
He wondered what Father had to say .. especially because Father hadn’t sounded too pleased.
What you have seen as an end is actually a wonderful beginning father said to him as he entered.. Father never really had time for pleasantries.
Come with me father said to him, leading him outside to the dandelion plant in the garden. As he looked on father blew gently on a flower head and they both watched silently as the little florets flew away looking like tiny angels, as white as father’s flowing beard.
That’s what you do when you publish a post on your blog father said pointing to the little white fluffs, those are the posts that are published on the all the blogs..People like them as they stay in sight and slowly float away, liking them, following them.
But when they are out of sight, does it mean they have died, fading away in to obscurity? Father asked him..
Your posts just like those seeds have really just gone in search of their destiny, Father said to him, in search of new ground, where they will anchor and fulfill their destiny..
What you have described as a digital grave Father explained to him, is actually a miraculous mine, your posts are the gems that this beautiful mine holds.
That mine is richer than even King Solomon’s mine because it holds riches far greater than any other mine can ever hold.
The mine holds the testimony of someone’s love. It holds lessons learnt over a lifetime by some one..
It holds the wisdom of people who have loved and lost, fought and been defeated, of those people who have fallen but have shown the courage to stand again.
This beautiful mine holds stories of amazing success people have achieved, stories that can inspire others to do the same..
The mine is richer than King Solomon’s mine because you can mine it all you want, but you can never empty it, in fact the mine only grows richer every day..
So you see son, what you had seen as an End, what you had seen as a grave is really a heavenly garden, full of beautiful flowers from all over the world.
Flowers that enrich people’s lives with their vibrant colors, bring peace to people’s lives with their fragrance..
So there it was, father’s wisdom had again helped change his perspective..
**Written in third person because the wise people at WordPress so willed it..
Now here’s something that might interest you I said to my blog, an opportunity to write your own obituary..
Oh how appropriate it exclaimed..since we do really die such untimely unsung deaths! Thank you it said before launching into this eulogy..
Here in the digital coffins of wordpress servers lies the brave blog who so selflessly strode in to the world… carrying a smile for someone, a few unshed tears for another.
It went out in to the world offering hope and inspiration, spreading laughter and joy, wisdom and love..
It marched on.. Carrying the sad story of someone’s betrayal, of the few intimate and emotional moments shared with a loved one.
Carrying a dream for someone and a dream come true for another…
It strode on, never once seeking glory for itself, selfless in its service, relentless in its journey.
It took in everything with equanimity…
The adulation and praise, the “likes”, the “follows” that were part of its early life. The glory of it sunrise..
The ignominy of people moving on right after… the loneliness of it sunset.
Here in its digital grave lies the brave warrior.. praying that its soul does live on ..
in the heart of the one who created it and in the many hearts of the ones who enjoyed it.