Transition from childhood to adulthood is not just age related. It is a shift in the way our mind starts to process things.
I belong to an Indian family and was brought up with love and values and led a sheltered life. Education held utmost priority in my family. I upheld this tradition until entering high school wherein, the turn of events started.
My eagerness to embrace life in high school squashed when I came face to face with extreme mean behavior at the hands of kids my own age. My grades started falling, from an honors student I had turned into someone who just hated school. From sulking, to rebelling to being remorseful, had become my permanent demeanor.
My parents sensed my troubles and we moved. Adjusting to a new high school took time. It was not easy making new friends and I continued to be lost. These incidents weighed heavily on my mind. My anguished heart refused to see beyond my own woes. A recent disturbing incident changed my purview of life.
This incident was a mishap that occurred in the life of Harshada, my beautiful, gifted and most intellectual young cousin, pursuing her dream to be a pediatrician with a five-year scholarship at Duke University. Our relationship was close and over the years, we had shared so much.
She suffered from a massive paralytic stroke. One minute she was a happy young woman filled with dreams, hopes and aspirations and the next minute, someone strapped to a wheelchair for life.
The time I spent in Charlotte during Harshada's rehabilitation stage was when I got a true sense of the words misery and suffering. The ravaging effects this unexpected peril had on the lively life of my sister, changed my perception of life. Harshada's tragedy made me realize that my pains and problems were negligible and definitely surmountable. It led me to rethink and correct my own attitude towards life.
The need to rise above my own anguish and acknowledge this beautiful life and its wonderful blessings rose into me.
I started looking...