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A Splash of Meaning


In the olden days in Lytton, BC, there was a family of three. The family's head was the Grandfather, Hanks, his Grandson, Neil and Neil's father, Reily. Well, the father really doesn't have a role here much, but I thought maybe three characters in a story would seem more appealing somehow perhaps?

Anyways, Hanks had given Neil a scroll wrapped in an Egyptian leaf before dying. Of course, it is mandatory to say that both of them loved each other a lot, otherwise, the story that I'm about to try to narrate won't make sense, would it?

The scroll had a message( it should, right?) and it read :


'As your hands grip this scroll, my memory in your heart will surely be relived. I wanted to find the perfect words to make you understand how much I'm going to miss you but I failed. But I assumed, that maybe the simple words would make more sense. I only got one message for you. It can be both painful and wonderful at the same time. I have one of my own proverbs that I'd like to share with you.'

'When there is a splash of water, many drops are spilled and they race each other to reach the farthest. The drop which reaches the farthest has a very unique meaning. That drop is you. Live your life like that drop and you shall find a different approach towards life. '
                              Image source: www.flickr.com
A confluence of the Thompson and Fraser Rivers in Lytton, BC, Canada


Neil felt really happy reading the proverb and was fully motivated to live his life according to the farthest drop. After reading the message he felt changed. 
See, we people always feel different about various aspects of our life after going through stuff that has some emotion attached to it. 

It's basic human nature as they say, right? A loss is what makes us understand what we had gained~⚡️
Neil was supposed to go on a fishing trip with his friends on the next day. He decided to go because it would help him to move on. Sometimes we are forced to make choices that help us to muster up strength in times of pain, but they are never easy. 
He had decided to just watch his friends who would struggle to catch fish in the river. There was some music playing in their hired boat. The music helped them to ignore their lack of patience.

Suddenly, one of Neil's friends was startled when his fishing rod was strongly tugged down. They had thought that maybe they caught a big fish. (or that was what they had assumed) As soon as his friend pulled up the rod, a small coral had come up along with it. Its strong roots had caused his friend to think that it was a fish. But Neil wasn't paying attention to that. He was busy focusing on the last drop that had splashed due to this incident. His eyeballs moved with the drop that was going the farthest. 

He was saddened by this fact that the drop, despite traveling the farthest, went into the same place as the other drops. He was worried that he would always remain the smaller object in the bigger picture.

What his disappointment blinded him of, was the fact that the drop that had gone the farthest, had dropped towards the other side of the confluence. 

What is a confluence? : "a place where two rivers meet but never mix, especially rivers of approximately equal width"

So technically, the water drop had gone to the other river, leaving all the other drops behind in the same river.
But he didn't notice that. He started thinking about the foolish proverb that his grandfather had written for him. 

In the course of the life of almost every human being, it has been seen that we humans need very few reasons to justify what we think might be right ~⚡️

To console yourself, you want to prove yourself. And to prove yourself, you have to see for yourself. And to see for yourself, well, you have to be patient. Which Neil wasn’t. Sometimes things like this are always in front of you. But you don’t see it. (not that you can’t) But simply don’t. 

The music kept on playing and that kept Neil wondering what was the "unique meaning" his grandfather wrote about. His friends drove their boat through the confluence and that was the moment Neil realized that the drop had indeed gone farther than any other drop, and that changed his perspective from that day onwards.

“Disbelief in one’s own-self brings disappointments. But when these are clarified or the person is motivated through them, they bring a much greater revelation of maturity amongst them ~⚡️”
And as far as the drop is concerned, even you are it.

There may be a big splash, but not all the drops go the farthest.

It’s like saying two NASCAR racers won the race with the first position. Someone has to go farther than commonality. Someone will.

Make sure you travel the farthest in your various aspects of life.

Those were the sweet words that everyone would appreciate. Now I'd wanna talk about the bitter reality. Nothing's supposed to be good for you if you don't know the bad part.
If you are that drop, you will be isolated from the crowd (the splash).  
But be sure you're headed towards the same ocean. Nothing you do would change that. That's a hard fact right there.
 Now the question arises: Why be a drop which travels the farthest when you know that you’re gonna end up in the same ocean?
I’d say, there’s no such benefit to ourselves. But didn’t the grandson change when he saw where it had traveled? By being that drop, maybe we can help others change their view about life. At times, it's about how selfless you can be. 
Be the leading note in the melody to make the song sound pitch perfect. By being a drop, you'll see how deep the farthest drop goes into the river. Because it's always necessary to make an impact.

“So, why not be that drop?” 




By: Shaon Bandopadhyay 
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