Remember this ????
When I was a child, I simply hated these “HIT ME” clowns.
No matter how much I tried, I could never beat this thing. It would take all the blows that my young wrists could offer. It would swerve left, right, and all over the place, as I tried my best to knock it off its feet, and make it stay low.
But, “Boing!!!”, and it was back on its feet again, almost as if to tease me with the “HIT ME” caption that was attached to its chest.
Today, times have changed. I’m no longer a child. My wrists are fully developed now. And I no longer have this “HIT ME” clown with me. Don’t even remember what happened to it. It was way back in time.
The simple life that childhood offered has transformed into a complex, frustrated, and disillusioned state of existence now. Life has been coming down harshly on me. Initially, for a year, it was okay. I managed to exist, with a forced smile on my lips. Another year on, and the going just got tougher. Today, the situation is BAD. Real BAD. “HOPE” is just another myth, now.
At this juncture, I was reminded of the “HIT ME” clown, courtesy a casual conversation with my younger sister. THE HIT ME CLOWN.
“EUREKA!!!”. Here was the simple solution to all the seemingly complex problems of my life!!!
Be like the “HIT ME” clown. As simple as that.
YES! Never ever let life keep you down. Always be back to face the next blow that life has to offer, that too with a clownish smile on your face, and the metaphorical “HIT ME” sign attached to your chest.
Never say die, ever!!!
Soon, the Gods will get tired of giving you a hard time and. . . . . Hang on, even as I was thinking of finishing off this blogpost with this last line, I recieved a call from my mother. Some more bad news. More troubles sent by God..
Perhaps, my optimism was really getting to His nerves, and He decided to add to my troubles, and see if I could still be optimistic.
Nice try, God. But not good enough to keep ME down.
I refuse to give up.
“HIT ME” once more.