One morning, Myra awoke with her
heart heavy with sadness and longing. In her dreams, she had traveled distant
and beautiful lands, yet carrying her sadness in her heart. You see, Myra had
such colorful and vivid dreams- she stood under the aurora dawn skies, she swam
in aquamarine green and blue seas, she bungee jumped high cliffs, she met unique
and interesting people in her dreams and walked with them to her wonderful
adventures, but as soon as she woke up, sadness would come rushing in.
One night, Myra walked in her dreams with Winnie the Pooh,
the greatest philosopher of all times. Pooh Bear was the gentlest, wisest of
all beings with a gruff but gentle bear voice and furry belly, which flopped
softly as he walked.
“I know you are sad deep down, Myra”-
Pooh said.
Myra drew her breath in- how did Pooh
know? - “Am I that transparent, Pooh? “ she asked softly.
Pooh smiled –“ No, you are not, not
to everyone. But I see it in your eyes. Sometimes even when your eyes shine
with laughter, some of the grief within your heart spills through ever so
slightly. What troubles you so, my dear?"
Myra felt her smile wane from her
face and her eyes clouded over. She blinked ahead of her and took a deep
breath. They walked on silently for a while, until Pooh gently reached out and
took Myra’s hands in his warm bear paws, encouraging her to share her grief.
“I don’t know, Pooh. Angelo is gone.
I miss laughing with him"- Myra spoke quietly.
Pooh replied- “ I know. You both
brought much laughter in each other’s lives. It was wonderful to see you both
so happy whenever you were together.”
“Then why did it end, Pooh?”-Myra
asked. “I feel as if I didn’t work too hard to make our relationship work.”
Pooh turned to look at Myra-“Do you
really believe that, Myra? Do you really think it could have been any other way
than this?”
“Maybe…maybe if I had stayed with him
longer, maybe if I talked to him more often, maybe if I hadn’t traveled so
much, maybe if I loved him harder.”
As soon as Myra said the words, Myra
stopped. She turned towards Pooh who was already looking at her with compassion
in his eyes. “ He wasn’t the one, was he? It wouldn’t have been so hard,otherwise. ”- She
said aloud.
“You are right. He wasn’t the one”
–Pooh affirmed.
“I am afraid I’ll never find the one,
Pooh”-Myra said quietly.
“Is that the reason you are worried,
Myra? Tell me, why does one want to find ‘the one’? Is it about love? Is it
about sex? Is it about companionship? Is it about security? Or is it about
fulfilling norms of society which include marriage, partnership and
parenthood?” Pooh asked.
“I am not sure”-Myra replied. “Maybe,
it’s because nobody wants to be lonely. Sometimes, it feels as if people make
compromises just so they have the security of someone always being by their
side as they go through life. Maybe they are scared. Or maybe, I’m too cynical.
Perhaps they do really find the person who they can’t live without for the rest
of their lives.”
“And you?”-Pooh nudged. “Why do you
think you need ‘the one’ –as you say?”
Myra took a deep breath and confessed-
“I am scared, Pooh. I am unsure about the purpose of my life. Why do we exist?
Is it only to mindlessly go through this life cycle and die eventually? What
would be my contribution to life, as we know it. Is it to be a good daughter, a
good sister, a good friend, a good employee, a good wife and eventually a good
mother? Is it so that life can continue even after I die? And if yes, then if I don’t meet ‘the
one’ and don’t marry and don’t have children – would I really fail miserably in
fulfilling my life’s purpose? Am I only an instrument of life’s aimless continuation
on Earth? ”.
“Well...” Pooh began- “ you have
asked me the most difficult question of all, Myra. As a philosopher, I too
struggle to understand my purpose in life. Am I in this world only to gather
honey from the forest during summer, and hibernate during winters, while
creating little bears with another female of my species so that they go through
the same mindless cycle over and over again? "
Myra looked at Pooh silently, waiting
for him to continue.
“I think not, Myra. You know why?”
Pooh said-“ Let me ask you a question. How many bears do you know who talk to humans
and give them perspectives in philosophy?”
Myra shook her head- “Only you,
Winnie the Pooh” – and smiled at her own world play.
“Exactly!” Pooh exclaimed- laughing
together with Myra. “You see, Myra, as people go through their individual life
cycles, each repeated through generations, each one brings with her or him a
peculiar individual trait that has the capability of changing the perception of
life as we know it. Some individuals bring big changes in perspectives like
Nelson Mandela, Abe Lincoln, Margaret Thatcher, Maya Angelou etc and some small
but equally important changes. As
for me, if I have cubs -I most likely will pass on my philosophical knowledge
to my cubs and they will be more evolved philosophers than me.
And if I don’t have cubs, and chances
are high this happens for you know, it’s SO hard to find a mama bear who will
not snooze at my philosophy talk, and who doesn’t mind my floppy belly, well
then I think I will have brought about an immense change in the way people
perceive bears. Until now, people have mostly thought of bearkind as honey guzzlers
who spend half a year snoring in caves! Maybe after me, they will also recognize
us as intelligent philosophers!”
“Why, you do make an awful lot of
sense, Pooh!” Myra remarked. “Maybe MY purpose in life is to show everyone that
as a woman, there is more to life than finding a partner and having babies!”
“Easy there, Kiddo! You are not alone,
you know, there are plenty of women out there who are doing the same thing and
asserting their individuality. Maybe your generation will have proved that a
woman is much more than a carrier of life, she is life herself!” –Pooh laughed.
Myra laughed then, free flowing
laughter that filled her being and made her feel much lighter than she had felt
in a long time. She was life herself, indeed.
This time laughter stayed with her
even after she woke up from the dream.