I was in the forest, exploring the beauty of nature. The sun had set in the west. The light was disappearing and darkness was spreading.
In that hazy, foggy and cold weather, I saw a group of wolfs staring at me. The saliva from their mouths was dropping on the grass. I understood that this was the day I was gonna die. Initially, I was unsure about how to react. Then, I tried to walk. I started to walk slowly in the opposite direction. They noticed this and started running after me.
Do you know how everyone tell us to look for signals in life? Well, this was that signal for me.
That was it. I did what everyone in my situation would do. I started running. It was till that point that I didn’t know how bad I was at running. Or maybe, how good those wolves were.
It was forest – their home turf. And the test was of running. So on all the possible scenarios, I was going to lose. And the loss for me would be a loss of life.
And when it comes to life or death; when it comes to Do or Die- things change. No stakes matter. No predictions can provide a justification.
At that moment, it was simple for me. Run or get eaten. I can’t think how heavy my heart was feeling or how restless my lungs were. I just had to keep running.
To an outsider- it might look that I am running to beat those wolves. But for me it was a race to have a chance to exist. So I kept running to counter that strong possibility of dying.
I started sweating. Well, I had started sweating a few minutes back. But maybe I noticed it now. My whole body was leaking sweat like it never had before. My lungs were asking me to stop. My heart was asking me to rest.
But my mind wasn’t. It knew what was happening. It had to keep the organs working. So I kept running. I never knew I had this much stamina. I kept running. I never thought of looking back. Because it didn’t matter. Looking back and reduce my speed would have been a foolish thing to do. And I knew that the wolves were still there. The killers were there. And I, their prey, was there too. And it didn’t matter how far they were. Once, they were close enough, my body will know it one way or the other.
But then, the voices started getting lower. I took an effort to look back. I couldn’t sight those frightening animals. I decided to let my body breathe. I decided to take shield against a tree. I hid there. I had been running for long. It seemed a lifetime that I had been running away from the wolfs. I had to stop.
The plan was to take control of my breath.
But guess what! In the game of life, there is no half time. There is no break.
They found me. And I had to run again. I started running again. But then, I wasn’t just running. The steps that I was taking were getting bigger and bigger. I was jumping. I was gaining control of the situation. It was all so different. Maybe survival instinct was taking the control. Maybe, somewhere down the line- I still didn’t want to give up.
How was I doing that?
Well, I didn’t know nor I cared to know. What mattered to me was that it was helping me survive.
At that moment, I thought that I wish I had wings. I wanted to fly. I wanted to fly away. Away from all the daily hurdles and chaos. Away from my enemies and away from my problems. I just didn’t want to suffer. I just want to run far away from everything.
But I couldn’t fly. And I couldn’t run away either. The wolves have come extremely close. I tried to run harder. But how! How can I! Everything has a limit. I had reached mine. I had reached that saturation point which meant that after this, it was nothing I could do to save myself. My legs weren’t working. My heart was thumping. I didn’t know what to do. My mind wasn’t working as well. My body was heating up.
I couldn’t run. I stopped. I halted. I turned back to look at those wolves. I was tired now. It felt that before those wolves, this exhaustion will kill me. I couldn’t take this anymore. I wanted to be away from them. I wanted to away from every negativity that had covered me during my whole life. I didn’t want them to run after me. But I still didn’t want to give up. I just wanted to try for one last time. So I did the only thing I could do that time.
With all the energy that was left, I screamed.
I screamed louder. I screamed again. But it was not a scream! It wasn’t a scream of a prey that was pleading for its life. It was a roar. It was THE roar. It was the roar of a lion.
Feeling shocked, I looked down. I wasn’t what I always thought I was. I was a lion. I was the king of the jungle.
Then, what was I doing? I wasn’t supposed to run away like this. I was built to run after those lame wolfs. Why was I running away! Why was I trying to play a victim! I was born to rule. I was born to win. I was born to be the King.
Slowly, the picture was becoming clear. All my life, I tried to look myself from the eyes of the negatives. And it was so frequent that eventually I forgot that I wasn’t supposed to bow down. I was supposed to be the one to whom everyone bows down.
I roared again.
It felt good. I kept roaring. I kept laughing.
And one after the other, those wolves disappeared.
And I had won the battle that mattered the most.
From that day, I never stopped believing in me. Those wolfs never ever haunted me again. I was the King of my life. I am the King of my life. I am born to accomplish the goals I have set in my life.
I. Am. Born. To. Win.
-Parth Shah (Arjuna@War)