Everyday after my college I travel through a busy road. After a sound day at the institute it’s more like a journey back home that is vociferous because of the horns from vehicles, sweaty due to the weather and tiring because of the tardy traffic. I have been through this road to home since three years now. And I journey through this feeling everyday. I have started becoming used to it but the exhaustion is always the same. Long queues of vehicles pressing their horns until that traffic signal turns green. And the moment it does, the long traffic moves like a snail. Only if you’re a lucky ass, you cross it one go or two and I was one such lucky guy. I always made it through that 60 seconds of a traffic signal like a wave.
But yesterday I couldn’t. There was a long traffic jam that had almost 100 vehicles one behind the other. I had to reach home early to pack my bags and leave for the airport. But the constant blowing of horns and a stuck traffic made me sick. I was already late and this wasn’t looking good. My phone kept ringing and that made me more stressful. “What if I don’t make it on time?” “What if I miss my flight?”. And then there were 300 long seconds. The seconds that taught me something about life.
- The first 60 seconds. I have just entered the queue. I am probably not gonna make it because there are too many vehicles in the line. I haven’t even started moving. I am going to miss my flight.
- The next 60 seconds. The cars are in motion. Although slow, but they are moving. I move a little. But this is a long queue of vehicles. 100’s of them. I am doubtful and I still don’t think I can make it.
- Journey from 120 to 180. The traffic light’s green! The horns blow again and the sluggish traffic takes it pace. I have reached half the way. I might make it. But it’s still not getting cleared! I am stuck.
- Nearing to 240. The traffic is slow again! Damn my luck. A little hope and then a fall. I should call up my parents and tell them I am going to miss my flight.
- When around 300. I am dialing the number, telling them I am sorry and that I am stuck. But wait! The light’s green again. The traffic starts moving and every vehicle at it’s pace. I speed up and throttle. Change gears and accelerate. The light’s still green and I am at an unbeatable pace.
Did you notice something about your daily life within these 300 seconds?
The first 60 seconds are hard when you want to do something. You have just entered the battleground and still a rookie. There are 100’s in competition and most of them very ahead of you. And this makes you think, you can’t make it. In these moments you’re a rookie. But hold.
The next 60 seconds show you a ray of hope. You mend yourself with the situations and you start contemplating. Small achievements excite you and fuel you. But since it’s a long queue, your thoughts stop resonating with your desire. And this makes you think, you can’t make it. In these moments, you’re a pessimist.
You have dragged yourself to the half way. This journey from 120 to 180 seconds fills you with pride. You have started achieving and you become confident about yourself. You think you can make it. But the traffic light is red again. But you think you might make it. In these moments, you’re hopeful.
When you near 240 seconds, you come to the hardest part. Till now, you have dragged yourself ,made it more than the half way and achieved when you though you won’t get a dime. But this part is hard. You see the goal, but you’re exhausted because you are stuck. And your hopes die instantly. You’re on the verge of giving up because you think you can’t make it. In these moments, you’re bruised.
And then you are here. You had almost given up and then you’re here. You’re moving again. You have experienced life, you’re exhausted but you have energy more than ever, your hopes were dead but now you’re alive more than ever. And now you move. And you cross it in a swing. And when you thought you won’t make it, you did. In these moments, you’re a winner. In these moments, you’re alive.
Life is all about these 300 seconds. How they shape us and mend us is magical. We should understand that our goals and passions are never clear. But this shouldn’t stop us from moving. Nothing should stop us from moving. Because a tunnel is dark when you enter, but always remember, there’s light at the end of it. Always.