Errors and Humans

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“Instead of preaching forty year / I wish I had stuck to pipes and beer,” says Parson Thirdly in Thomas Hardy’s poem Channel Firing. The parson is dead and is lying in his tomb when he is awakened by the sound of cannons. He and many other dead people sit up in their tombs thinking that the Judgement Day has arrived. But God tells them to go back to sleep. “It’s gunnery practice out at sea,” God says, “Just as before you went below; / The world is as it used to be.” God goes on to say that He may abandon the idea of the final Judgement altogether “for you are men / And rest eternal sorely need.”

Parson Thirdly’s skeleton nods his head in agreement. Then he turns to his neighbour-skeleton and says that all his preaching and teaching of morality and spirituality was in vain since the world never improved a bit with all that. It was better to enjoy life when he had the time.

The parson feels that he wasted a whole lifetime doing something that was of no use to anyone. He should have followed his own heart rather than the catechism taught to him when he was little.

I was a student of priesthood for a few years. That was not the only mistake that happened in my life. It won’t be an exaggeration to say that my life has been a series of mistakes. Almost everyone on earth will have to say the same thing if they are honest enough, my friend told me when I voiced my self-analysis one day as we were sipping a drink each sitting in the side yard of my house enjoying the cool breeze after sunset.

No wonder they say that to err is human. Perhaps, human life is just that: a series of errors.

I gave up religion for many reasons one of which is that my heart as well as my brain rebelled against it. I chose to follow my own way. It is far too easy to follow the way shown by others. The responsibility shifts from you to the system that you follow. When you blaze your own trail, you are taking up a lot of responsibilities on yourself. When you go wrong, you are to be blamed. Otherwise, you could put pretty much of the blame on your god or the system or something like that.

I took that responsibility as I followed the path that I traced as I went on. It wasn’t a pleasant journey. Far from that. But I am happy that the path has been mine. Not borrowed. The wrongs are mine. So are the rights too.

Parson Thirdly’s disappointment won’t be mine.

PS. Written for Indispire Edition 451: To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in another's way. Do you agree? #OnesOwnWay