To Learn to let go

He stood there fiddling with the marker with a visible strain on his face. An expectant audience stared at him waiting for an explanation. Deep down he knew he had to quit, admit he's wrong and accept what they say. But between his voice and will was a pall of ego that hurt both ways and painted defiance on his brows that, when the golden hue of the setting sun lit his face, made him look like an obstinate fool.

He stuttered, stammered and prayed he could think of something that could drive the nail on the table. His excuses started getting ridiculous with every passing minute until the exasperated head of the table ended the discussion deciding on what is right and asking him to take his seat. A self deprecating joke, a sorry face, a glass of water - none of it made the situation any better as he looked down and strained his ears to know whether anyone nearby was laughing at his sorry figure.

Scriptures teach us to be focussed against all odds and opposition. It's youth and vigour that propels men beyond opposition and setbacks to walk on the path of will to realize the vision that elevates their purpose of existence. But it's wisdom that comes with age which teaches man to know when to let go.

Where to draw the line, I do not know - neither did the guy who by now finished his second glass of water.