I’m Not an Individual…

I don’t believe that God created me as an individual and I don’t believe that I am alone. I am neither whole nor a complete individual by myself, sole. What completes me and what makes me whole is my mother, who took me into her arms since that day in late July and till today who has stood by me through the most merciless storms and most beautiful springs. I am complete and what makes me who I am is my mother and I believe God created me not as an individual, but as a part of her.

 

 

If she was not there, when I became frail I would have died and when I became lonely I would have withered into nothingness. If she hadn’t stood beside me, when I was crossing the bridge to adulthood, I would have fallen into the river below and drowned. If she hadn’t held my hand, when I couldn’t see I would have fallen on the broken glass and seared myself.

She did not draw me a path; she cleared it for me. Neither did she give me directions; she stood by me when I walked across. She didn’t sing to me; she taught me the verses and the melodies and she didn’t cry for me; she taught me the reason for tears. To teach me emotions and feelings, she didn’t read me stories; she made me see them in others eyes. In her own and perfect way, she taught me life.

 

 

Nothing in existence, or in the heavens can be worth what she is to me. She more than anything can ever be of value. This is wishing God would bestow her with all the happiness, blessing, luck and love because she gave me a reason and a purpose to see the beautiful things in life.