The Bitterness of Truth
It is almost one and a half months since I have been on a foreign land, the far west of the earth. Only yesterday I was talking to one of my friends named D. from Ludhiana, who is currently in Toronto. I was telling him that I’ve liked this part of the earth and I would like to spend the rest of my life here. But I was not sure because I had not seen the hardships of life here till then. Until today, I was enjoying the hospitality of my friends and acquaintances. But today, I have moved to my own room. So, I have started to live alone in a foreign country from this day on. That’s why I am getting ready to experience the bitterness of truth once more.
Whenever an immigrant lands into a new country and he comes out of the airport and rides past high rise buildings and over-bridges, arched houses and lush green parks, he experiences a strange kind of feeling:
He sees his coming as an event, a great event instead. He feels that his coming is going to change the history of that place forever, that this place belongs to him from this day on. This feeling makes him feel like Alexander the Great or Jhengis Khan. But gradually, when he confronts his own isolation and solitude, the bitterness of truth starts to haunt the poor fellow.
I don’t want to get stuck in the example. What I want to stress is the fact that everything new in life starts with a feeling of strength and well being. But gradually everything starts to wither away. That’s the case with most relationships also, though not all. But the threat of this bitterness always looms on our heads. How can we respond to this bitterness?
I would welcome your comments and I hope to further my speculations on the bitterness of truth with help from you all.