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Some three years ago, when I was on another blogging platform, I took part in a blogging marathon. Each racer had a coach to guide him/her about posting and commenting. At the end of the day (which was 1 pm my time) the racer had to report his/her coach about all the work done in the day. It was a three week event. Each week had its own scoring board and the list of winners. The week began from Monday and ended on Friday.

 

It was the last day for the week two. I had a very poor sleep at the night. I hardly slept for two hours; and even in those two hours, I must have awakened more than 20 times. “I am in the Marathon; I have to perform better than before; this is the last day of the week; I will have time to take rest after the day is over,” these thoughts were going on in my mind. I woke up at 3 a.m. and started working. Before 5 o’clock I had completed my write-up. Everything was running smoothly. I did some commenting. I was feeling tired and wanted to sleep but I couldn’t because I had to publish my post. Around 7:30 a.m., I found my coach online. I shared the write up with her. She helped me edit my post. I received her last message at 7:59 am. At 8 o’clock, I lost my internet connection.

 

I tried everything I could do to bring the connection back but it was of no use. I kept waiting for the signals to come back. They didn’t. I wanted to connect with my coach. I wanted to tell her, “I am here. Give me your instructions and feedback”.

 
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I didn’t want to lose the points in the marathon for which I had worked so hard. All my desires and efforts had become meaningless just because of not having those invisible signals that had connected me to everything of this marathon.

 

While feeling anxious to reconnect to the race, some thoughts emerged in my heart, “The marathon continued at its place; I was at mine; my coach was at hers. If something was lost, it was only an invisible connection.” The loss of the connection resulted in a major loss for me.

 

Life is all about an invisible connection- the connection between body and soul. As long as this connection retains, everything in the world is meaningful. The race of life goes on; the body is called alive.

 

As soon as the connection breaks, everything remains at its place, but the race of life for which we are so worried will lose its meaning. The future is lost. If something is left, these are the actions we have already done.

 

How often it happens that we waste our time in useless things. How often it happens that we do not feel the happiness of the present. How often it happens that we keep on putting us in a race without looking the beauty around us. We are so much occupied with unseen that we forget to be thankful for the seen. Shouldn’t we be grateful and appreciative of our present life before the invisible connection breaks?

 

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