I’ve seen things. The line that draws a human heart is complicated. Against the pitch black screen, the glowing line contains reasons for you to be alive.

Up and down it goes, pretending to tease with no clue where or when it would stop. At it’s highest peak, you can’t define the surge of life that goes within you and you wouldn’t even feel it. It doesn’t tell you how much you have but it will keep beating for you. Then at it’s lowest, it rests in a brief melancholic gloom. The lines can speak. It dives deeper than it’s supposed to and you are to take a rest and reflect on your thoughts.

For how many times, I’ve stared at a patient’s cardiac monitor looking for answers. Night shifts get to me too much. The silence that clashes with the beeping sounds of the monitors, the infusion pumps and the ventilator sounds like an endless ritual.

For how many times I’ve sighed when I see a patient struggle against himself. Either they have accepted their fate or are continuously fighting to break free from their physical bondage. I can imagine the hours spent staring at the dim ceiling, momentarily alone with their thoughts and finding temporary peace when they see a familiar face of a loved one.

I’ve realized how life could be so precious when it’s right in your hands. And I’ve also realized how it’s always taken for granted.

Whenever our life is at it’s highest peak, we are profoundly exhilarated. It’s the zenith of our being. We laugh and sing at the top of our lungs. We embrace the good things because we deserve it. It’s the time to recover our losses and be truly happy. It’s the best time of our lives.

Then only when we’ve felt a sudden bliss do we feel a hint of loneliness. It might come quickly or creep slowly among us, however we take it too hard without realizing it. Every sad thought seemed like a stabbing wound that punishes us for taking things too lightly. Only then do we contemplate and rethink our lives.

We would always go through a ride of ups and downs. When we are at the highest part of the ride, it is best that we raise our heads up high towards the sky and love every minute of happiness we could rake within us. We do not take that perfect time for granted but treasure it for what it’s worth. Then towards the dive, we brace ourselves and learn from our faults and heal.

As the heart keeps beating, it takes up every ounce of strength it can just to keep us alive. The life that rushes within us comes smoothly within our veins and we wouldn’t feel it until we place our minds into it. It traces up and down, contracts and relaxes, continuously, and carries on.