The mist of triviality

The shining stars adorned the night sky while the crescent moon cruised above . The sky hosted the show with élan, conveying a message of subtle superiority. A wandering kid on the ground below stood bewildered, watching this spectacle of nature in awe. It seemed a miracle to him, the diamond stars and the lovely moon, all floating in the sky and all unusually failing to fall.

A thought soon blossomed in his head

“How come stars don’t fall? And if they fall, wouldn’t they get lost in the streets or get stuck in our roof tops.
But how come they always stay afloat?”.

He then gazed at the lustrous moon and feared its fall. But he found that none gazed at the sky as he. None felt the fears that were haunting him. No one ever glanced at the majestic sky; they seemed to have forgotten it all. He then thought to himself
“No one gazes at the night sky. No one cares for the hanging stars and the moon which may come crashing down anytime”

Just then, his mother called for dinner and found him bathed in mud all over,

She cried

“Do you see what you have done to yourself ? You will be getting sick if you do that again. Now, go take a bath and have your dinner”

The kid asked

“Mother don’t you sense danger. Will we not die if the moon falls from the sky? How can everyone be free from this fear?”

The Mother brushed aside and said

“My dear there is no need to worry about their fall. They are held by the powerful reins of God and will never fall. When you get older, you will lose this fear too. You won’t find time to gaze at the stars and the moon every night. You will be so busy that you will not even think of them. So go get ready for dinner and be a good boy”

The kid got puzzled and thought

“How can anyone forget the majestic night sky? How can they miss the sparkling stars and the lovely moon? What can make them forget it all? What can keep them so busy?”

The splendor of the day and the grandeur of the night are miracles waiting to be admired. Beauty is everywhere, but the eyes of the beholder have been blindfolded with the mist of triviality. A triviality that makes the child in us disappear, a triviality that hides the beauty all around, a triviality we swear as necessity. It is fine to swim in the ocean of trivialities for a while, but highly unwise to stay there for life.

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