The Lost Pages
Imagine a child, a very young child, too innocent to understand the meaning of money, power and politics, whose restless hands are constantly itching to play with a new toy, given a book to read, as a gift. The child overwhelmed by his twitchy fingers tears off pages from the book, strewing them all over the house.
Now imagine, God being that child and that book containing the story of our lives. God being too arrogant and 'god-like' to make things easy for humans, enjoys ripping apart the story book of our lives and throwing the pages all over, like the child earlier. While we live, breathe, walk, smile, cry, dance, admire, love, get loved etc. all of us are picking up those lost pages of our life book trying to make sense of the ‘story’ as it unfolds and hoping to figure out the climax before it is reached!
For the past many years I have been picking up those lost pages trying to make sense of ‘my story’ but the only thing that I have learned is that God is an amazing mystery story writer, because ‘my story’ (like yours too) is one with amazing twists, dramatic scene shifts, soothingly funny incidents and agonisingly sad moments. No matter how hard we try to predict the occurrences in a mystery novel, by the time the novel ‘finishes’ we understand how naive we had been all the while. We try to judge ‘characters’ as good and bad, classifying ‘acts’ into evil and angelic and assuming that story will proceed as we expect it to be, yes we all make the same mistakes. We never understand that “good and bad never exist in reality; rather they are mere false conclusions made by us about characters and events, without reading the novel till the very last word!”
Thus it is best to pick up the pages as and when we find them, keep them and hope that one day we find that elusive last page and be able to make complete sense of our lives!
Why I chose to write on ‘The Lost Pages’ is because this happens to be the blog title [click here]of a person I have learned to admire and respect a lot! Somehow he had figured out much earlier that life wasn’t an aimless dance of a falling leaf, rather it was a continuous search for the lost pages of your life. Hats off!
