Some things that rebuilds conscious

  The wind trumpets the upper rectangular torch of the temple, radiating and pouring on the wooden. The temple's wall reflects the chirping of the birds that reside far inmost the forest. Soothing music calms the environment, blessing the trees, air, house, and humans. I pilgrimed towards the only home. The twilight lights the lamp post, melting the fire in thin air. 

  I knocked on the door with the ring carved of wood. The door struggled to open, and a monk in orange folded his palms to greet me,

  "Namo Amitabha"

  I returned the greetings and took the blessings; he raised eyebrows, astounded with my appearance (though I wore nothing unusual). It took a while for his smile to return, but un-usually, it felt soothing when it did. The home was open; I felt more freedom inmost the temple than in the forest. We entered the prayer room and kneeled in front of the Buddha. The scent of incense stick filled the room with pleasant energy. It soon faded with the reminder of my worries; Do I deserve to enjoy these positive energies? The monk patted my back,

  "Child, I want to offer you to stay here for a while, if that's ok with you?"

  Nothing could calm my soul better than this place. I returned my assurance. He replied,

  "Let me guide you to a good place."

  Putting my luggage on the floor, we went for a walk. A place blessed with nature, surrounded with life and peace. Trees as our guide and friend, river as an invited neighbor flourished with life. It contained everything that defines peace; while I suddenly thought, were my struggles worthless? 

  "Sir, I was born in a poor family. I was eight when sent to an orphanage. I dreamt of nurturing my own family. To live that dream, I struggled for days and nights. I purchased my dream home not so long ago. 'Finally'; I thought my dreams were to come real. But, a week ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. Why am I constantly suffering without an ounce of happiness? I am exhausted. "

  The monk silently listened to my sobbing and then broke the silence,

  "This flourished forest, will be cut down after a year due to industrial development. The river will not be as life-like as it seems today. Every being is suffering, but the only escape is to accept, be brave enough to face it. The child found in an orphanage was so brave to raise itself into a beautiful human being. That child who stood in front of me today, after fulfilling his dream and asked me why was he suffering and exhausted? Was that the child's dream? I think the child's dream was to be independent of suffering by being brave enough, which he always had within him."

  He stared through me,

  "Believe in yourself. You are not a coward. This suffering is a step to your better being. I am no doctor to tell you that you'll be alive. But whether it's present or future, being brave enough to live every dream without thinking about when will my life end. Neither this forest doesn't know they have a year to survive, nor the river, or fish. So they live peacefully without worrying about the future. "

  I asked impatiently,

  "What if my dreams changed?"

  The monk smiled,

  "Dreams aren't static but dynamic. They change in different forms every day. "

  If words could hinder life, books could navigate the journey; positive energy could rebuild the conscious.