The truth of life

It was just about a week later, I'd just managed to endure and subsist the enorous conditions which no man could withstand. I was bereft of life, and out of sorts, having travelled endless miles until I caught a glimpse of informal, ramshackle settlements about a few yards out, I just couldn't express my avidity. I scampered, like a wild horse left loose, with all I had left. But to my fate, that area was peril and ominous. It looked ransacked, as if it was attacked by a beast. Scattered tables, chairs and waste littered the place. The broken furniture was heaped into a mountain at the back of the indescribably squalid quarter. The structures were pitted with holes and were a home to innumerable insects and rodents. As I strolled through the ruin, cursing myself , I saw one of my kind.
Sitting on a chair, behind a desk was an old man, thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles. His blonde beard reminded me of my dad. His tanned cheeks and wrinkles made him look like he was in his early 60's. The brown blotches ran well down the sides of his face, and he had a long pointy nose just as pinocchio. His hands had the deep-creased scars, but none of these scars were fresh. He wore torn clothes, and was shabbily dressed. His green-beaded eyes caught my attention. I stood there, staring at him like a total idiot until he broke the silence.
He blurted(cheerfully): Howdy! Care for a drink? You look like you need one.
Being dumbfounded; as how could someone stay so avid, in such isolation? It took me some time to register what he just said.
I replied(stuttering): Wouldn't do much harm would it?
He let out a huge burst of laughter. Whilst are drinks, we shared our stories, tastes, preferences despite of being acquainted not for more than an hour. He was, in state of euphoria even though he lived alone. My inquisitiveness raised, to know about his family. They came across as being assassinated by a terrorist. He moved towards a small, wooden cabinet and removed his family photograph. By the time, I noticed that the chair had wheels. It suddenly clicked my mind, it was a wheelchair! I got unsettled. Was he handicapped? How could such a lonely, physically disabled man can live his life in such exultance? I was baffled. I noticed him, it seemed as though he had read my mind.

He replied: Look, kid. Life is all about cherishing it, till the very end. No matter where you stand, you have to embrace and foster what you have percieved. As they say, " Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, or worn. It is the experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude." One of the main reasons that we lose our enthusiasm in life is because we become ungrateful, we let what was once a miracle become common to us.
Knowingly or unknowingly, he change my perception towards life. I was surely indebt to this man.