Its not easy to write this, Father.

This writing was supposed to stay in my diary forever. But I thought this would serve as a bottled message for some souls seeking refuge. Travelling across the vast digital oceans, it might reach someone in need.

I always considered us to be special. Blessed by the gods.
To lead an ideal, good and happy life. Believing all the good quotes thrown at me.

Do good, good thing will come back.
God helps those who help.
God saves the good ones.
Good things take time.

But turns out we were not that special after all. We are a mere dust floating in space. To be blown away anytime. Constantly living under the mercy of nature.  And if nature says its time, we are washed away like the hopeless little rocks under the immense force of a flood. No one knows where it goes.

I was ready for everything in life. Prepared to take on whatever is thrown at me. But I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t prepared to see you in a room filled with lifeless bodies. 

Because you had promised me.

You had promised that you will stay with me and watch me grow. You said we will grow together, play with dogs, play with my kids. Somehow that’s the foundation I built myself upon and was never prepared to see you leave soon. 

But I was wrong. We were wrong. We never understood nature. Nature doesn’t care how good you are. It doesn’t care about your place on earth. It doesn’t care about your responsibilities. It doesn’t care about consequences. There are no consequences for nature. It’s only for the mortals. We both ended up building illusions on top of the illusion of life.

May be its another day for the hospital. Another day for the world. But not for me. My world stopped that day while others were still running on that day. You don’t know how many times I wished it was a bad dream. But it wasn’t.

Some lessons are learnt in the most cruelest ways.

Universe will let you down.
Gods won’t save you at the last moment.
Miracles don’t happen.
Promises will be broken.

I don’t care about the gods. All I think about is the nature. I have respect for nature now. But I’m not afraid of it. You have given me all the skills to survive in this wild nature, Father.

I’m sure I was the only thing you thought about when your life flashed for the last time before leaving the body. Don’t worry. In case you are seeing me from other dimensions, I love you. I will keep your flame of hope alive. May be its not as bright as it used to be. But I will keep it alive. Someday, some human might need it. I will pass it along.