Swings and Life Lessons!

They say, it is when the going gets tough, does the tough get going . Such brilliant words. 

Every time something is stuffed up , we all want to be left alone. While some lock themselves in their rooms, some go for a long walk. While some shut the world out, plug in their ear phones and count on the music to heal them, some just prefer talking . As for me, i just go to the swing. 

The first time i go to the swing, almost seven years later,  it gets me thinking of those times when i was little and so useless that i couldn't even swing on my own. I  remember those times my mother stood behind me giving me a gentle push every time the swing slowed down. I remember how the heights terrified me and how  the funny feeling in the stomach filled me with laughter. I remember being on that swing in this park next to my house, feeling like i was on the top of the world.

  I wonder what happened for the last seven years. I then realize, that I grew up and thought that i had outgrown going to the swing. The swing had seemed to lost its cheer.

I go to the swing and try to swing as fast as I can. Slowly, I look up at the sky while swinging and it scares me. I refuse to look down and so I continue looking up. As time passes by, I become accustomed to the rush. I begin to notice the beauty of it all-The beautiful orange sky of the evening and its reflection on the tall buildings. The birds with their wings wide open, ready to fly and conquer the world. I laugh at how my stomach feels and I feel like I am seven again. The laughter subsides and is replaced with a calm smile as i feel the wind in my hair. I am surprised as all the anxiety, the trouble is replaced by a calmness that is almost alien to me. I feel at peace with myself and with the world.

It is funny how just when it felt like the world was coming to an end, the swing came to my rescue. According to me, the swing teaches us somethings which are essential to life. The highs , the part we feel happy, are  the successes and the lows, the part where we are bored, are the failures. After every high there is a low and after every low there is a high. Every time things don't work out our way, it teaches us, to hold on. To hang in there and to hope that everything will fall in place. Just as we get used to the height, we will get used to the various disappointments that life will throw at us. 

Even if it was just for fifteen minutes, it brought a smile to my face. Well, sometimes, its the little things that make us happy and it's these little things that teach to appreciate every small thing the world has to offer to us. 

Back when we were seven, who would have thought that the swing would teach us things that would prepare us for the world?