A daughter of a teen-aged mother, she had a rough start to her life. Poor and in want of even the basic life’s necessities, she was repeatedly abused sexually at a tender age of nine, by her cousin first, then by an uncle and a family friend. Young and helpless and desperate, and unable to take the abuse no more, she ran away from her home at the age of thirteen.
But the fate wasn’t still done with her. In an unfortunate turn of events, she got pregnant, at the age of fourteen. And as if trauma of teen-aged pregnancy wasn’t enough, her son died prematurely after birth.
She was young. She was broken. And she was at the center of worst pain and suffering that a human being can experience.
She thought everything had ended for her. Well… she almost thought.
For she not only survived all this, but she also went onto become one of the most famous and inspiring TV personality of the contemporary era. We all know her today as Oprah Winfrey.
Many of us would have given up if life had dealt us with such fate. Many have been giving up when faced even a fraction of this ordeal.
But she didn’t.
Reading her story made me think about our life, and the role of fate in it. How much control we have on our destiny? How much we can influence our future with hard-work and sincerity and persistence? Do we accept the path that is laid out to us by our circumstances, and our environment? Or do we fight and persist, challenging the very assumptions that constraint our growth.
In short, “Aren’t we already the writer of our own lives, filling its pages, day by day, moment by moment, with every belief we harbinger in our heart, with every thought that we nurture in our heads, and every action that we finally end up taking?”
Our future is like that blank notebook that is lying on the shelf. It is up-to us to pick it up and start writing, to fill its pages with our dreams and passions, to make it colorful with our actions and lively with our deeds. Ever day the choices we make, and the path we chose take our story a little forward.
We do this or we let the dust of time settle on its pages, letting it write our stories for ourselves. And more often than not, when we allow time to do that, it writes the most monotonous and hardly exciting story for us, filled with the other people’s stories, and our own failures.
Famous motivational speaker and life coach Tony Gaskin very rightly said once –
“If you don’t build your dream someone will hire you to help build theirs.”
Nearing 30, J.K Rowling was jobless, divorced, and with a dependent child. She had no money in her bank account, and was suffering from bouts of depression. So bad was her situation that she had to sign up for government assisted welfare. With no prospects she moved to her sister’s place. At that time she had nothing but only three chapters of Harry Potter in her suitcase.
What she did after that is a stuff of legend. And didn’t she write her life story herself? Instead of hoping that what if she was in a better place and had means to alter her life, she actually took the steps to change her life for the better. And with that, she left a permanent mark on the genre of English fiction writing, forever.
She wrote her own life story. She found her own purpose.
Writing our life story is not a what-if scenario that we can only wish and hope. It is real and continuous process. It begins with the day we were born. And it ends the day we bid adieu to this life.
The pages of our life are waiting to be written. It is up to us to allow who does that. Either we ourselves write on them, and make a meaningful story out of it, or we let the winds of time fill it with its random musings, marking its pages with other people stories, other people sagas.
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