My father is a man of few words and a lot of action. His action includes an hour of yoga and exercise every morning before he leaves for work and almost 5 km of walking in the evening once he is back home. This has been his routine for last 10 years and any changes are a little tough on him, and yet he finds the motivation to put on his sneakers and go for a walk at any time of the day.
One day in a moment of light humor I asked Dad why he felt so compulsive to work out or walk. My father who turns 60 next year and is heading for a retirement come 2018, smiled back at me and said, “I am a moderately qualified person . By sheer luck at the age of 20, I happened to land a job that was the next best thing to a government job. I knew I had a secure job for life. These 40 years, I have worked relentlessly, extended my working hours to upgrade my skills, worked extra shifts to earn some over-time. This all has been possible because I was physically and mentally fit. My health stood by me, when I was most in need of it to support my family. Isn’t it my responsibility and duty to take care of it in equal measure?”
His words set me thinking about this wonderful gift we have called health. But often we, the ones who have been blessed with a decent health with no major complexities or limitations take health for granted. I wish to share some instances, where I realized how lack of health can mean the world falling apart for people.
I have an aunt who has been suffering from and is bed ridden due to slip disk for more than over a year. There are two other family members in her house – her husband (my uncle) and my cousin. Everytime, I visit them or call them up I can feel the helplessness that shrouds my aunt’s voice. She feels restless and helpless at not being able to accomplish some basic home chores to make life comfortable for her family.
Another acquaintance of mine has not left her house for last 2 years. She had lost a dear family member in an accident and with it went her will to go out and live life like a normal person. This acquaintance in question is doing fine with the help of anti-depressants and now sometimes goes out to family gatherings and shopping, yet the spark of life that is a result of healthy mind and body is missing.
These are just two and most recent instances of lack of health that I recount for the purpose of putting across my gratitude for having good health. Though my life has thankfully been devoid of any major illnesses, yet I have surely had my share of tryst with bad health in bits and pieces. It is my health that lays at the foundation on which stands my castle of dreams, my ability to take care of my family as well as the drive to follow my passions.
When the world throws stones at me in real terms or metamorphic, it’s me and only me who has the strength to stand up and fight against everything that comes my way. ME is my SOUL, my BODY, HEART and MIND. But I must culminate all of ME into ONE. That ONE is my HEALTH. I promise to Treasure it beyond any other treasure I possess.