My shoe – It’s my choice?

My shoe – It’s my choice

I was walking very happily with the new shoe which I chose all by myself after the frantic search in the store for a while. The flash came and I saw all my life that what I did and silently accepted all the small dreams which were never mine. I saw my dreams slowly slipping away as I always had a choice to choose between the two and forcibly accepted what was not mine. The first one I vividly remember was that I liked a colorful shoe as the color appealed to me and it comforted me too when I wore it. But my mother gave me much expensive jazzy one, thinking that the one I chose was too cheap and I deserved the best. I grew and the same story went on with all the choices which were decided on my life by others, than what I had to do myself.

One day while I was passing by the shoe store, the salesman by his talks literally pulled me inside with the fantasy to sell me a shoe that I was never intending to buy at all. Since he psyched me so much I did the same thing what I did all along my life. After reaching home I wore the shoe and earned lot of appreciation from everyone - but no one understood my discomfort. The shoe indeed caused me blisters beneath my feet and gave me nothing but pain. I reached home and went to the terrace and it was already six in the evening. Sitting alone I felt that how much unwanted pain I was going through by wearing the shoe which I never needed. The silence from within spoke so much that I rushed back to my room and after a changeover I left for the shoe stall. I saw the same salesman briefing me with a flashy new arrival. This time I just said “you please attend to the other customer while I walk around your store.”

After gazing through the display I called the salesman to show me what all I had selected. After a few trials I was not tired but suddenly I saw the seventh one and I liked the colour which reminded me of my childhood. When I wore it I was spellbound as it was a perfect fit as it matched my senses. When the same was billed to me I was surprised as it was very inexpensive too. Then I was walking very happily with the new shoe which I chose all by myself after the frantic search in the store for a while.

While walking back home I realised that everyone has got a shoe of their choice. It requires only a small search alone, or with the others help, to find the right one which suits everyone. In retrospect, I found that it was not only the shoe alone, in my LIFE but many things with which I had created a relationship. After reaching home I replaced the old shoe with the new one on the rack with a smile.

Right from the time we are born till we die we create a relationship with all the animate and inanimate objects which are physical and mental. Every frame of our life is nothing but a relationship and only a relationship. If we alone choose the right to select a relationship then we will always be happy from within as we would live the relationship of our desire. The salesman in our lives can’t be ignored as they are none other than our relationship which exists in the form of Father, Mother, Brother, Sister, Husband, Wife, Friends, Son, Daughter and so on. Whatever the salesman may say, it;s you who must make the final choice to wear a comfortable shoe.