With the dimensions of earth enlarging day by day, there’ll sure be a workplace just for you. Remember the dreams you had as a child? I don’t think I ever had a concrete one. I always dreamed of growing up to be a dancer or an artist or a story-teller and at times too many people as one. I remember my dream profession changing with the kinds of books I read, television shows I saw or the stories I heard at school. There was a time, probably during the 2nd grade, where I wanted to be just like my mother, so powerful yet humble.
Who knew, there would come a day where we’d have to fight to become what we finally decided upon? Compete against each other to live upto our dreams. Climb on shoulders, to touch the sky?
It takes around fifteen years to understand ourselves, to clear the confusions of our lives and come to definitive answer of what we want to become. A time where we want to know who we are and what we can really do? A time where we urge to find our power and responsibilities. It takes around a decade of struggles to follow that one dream that we feel is the most achievable and is just ours. There do come failures and doubts and all those things that can pull us down. Yet, we feel it’s just no time to turn back and we wish to leap ahead. Probably takes more time to trust our plans, a few more decades to make us reach the position we’ve always imagined to be at. And then is the time, when we can dream a new dream, choose to move ahead or become two personalities in one. To learn a new language or a new sport and all of it then makes sense of the beginning and the journey.
Every destination is a something that was earlier fought for. A place that you wish to die for and a journey that just seems to never end. But there’s always a world full of possibilities. A world of hope and of a dream that comes true. So keep going and keep dreaming and keep fighting till you get there. Don’t lose hope, do cry, but don’t forget to get up to get going back to the same dream for it is wanting to be yours as much as you’re wanting it, like a crazy lover.
Quoting, J. K. Rowling, “Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.” 🙂
For all those readers who are a nineties born or earlier, would remember those days that were a little distant from technology. I remember going to the parks to play. Reading more and more of books all the time, everyday. I can’t forget how mom scolded me and my siblings from watching television for more than an hour. I remember how we all sat together to sing or play and at times dance our troubles away.
I don’t see any of that happening today. We’re unfit and unclear, frustrated all day. We all sit with mobile phones closer than the people are. We are socially active but usually lifeless and slothful by far. I can’t remember when I left the book and took a phone in my hand. But I wish I can do vice versa soon and get new books back to my hand.
I wish to get to my feet and dance my worries out. I wish to play a game of chess with my dad and to laugh out. I wish to go jog not because it’s a duty but fun to jog and laugh around. I wish to sing more than to listen to my favorite music tracks which were earplugs bound. I wish to help mom cook desserts again. I wish to find my old friends, again. I wish to leave the techy games behind. I wish to pick up my pen leaving the keys far behind.
I know it’s different world today but it sure can be balanced too. Let’s try to take a walk into a life afar from technology too. 🙂
Most of my life, I’ve been afraid of myself. Yes, if there’s a phobia that describes “self-fear”, I definitely have had it for most of my age. I’m not scared of myself, I’m scared of how wrong I can be, how much people can hate me, how hard I can fall or how bad I can fail. The fear of not being “good enough” has always kept me behind closed doors. Doors that always had an opportunity knocking on them. But I always felt that those opportunities weren’t meant for me.
Soon the time passed and with it the opportunities too. Now the fear of being behind the closed doors crept in so bad that stepping outside seemed like a much better path. A path that was unseen, unknown and definitely untraveled before. I knew I was alone here, but at some point isn’t everybody alone?
I took a few small steps thinking I’d reach the destination. Unknown of this world outside my door, I tripped hard and hurt myself too but I got up since this was the only way remaining right? Another few steps got me to diversions in the path I chose, since the destination was far, I thought to befriend my journey and trusted myself and my instinct. Another few steps brought me to a sea where I saw my reflection which was unclear but this time it looked fearless, brave and proud. The confidence to move further came in diminishing the fear that had taken place in me for so many years.
I took a few more steps and understood that I had come into the wrong direction. So what would I do now? I corrected my mistakes and went further. I won’t say that I’ve reached my destination but this journey has taught me a lot. From being afraid to do something because I could be wrong, to do something because I could be right too. This path of learning has sure been longer than it should have been but I’ve learned to think about the rights of the left way.
So now it doesn’t matter what can go wrong, because I can make it right. What matters is what can go right. 🙂
No matter how many words, phrases or stories are written for moms, there’ll always be a mystery about their character. I think even though we don’t give our parents as much love or respect as we feel for them we always have it in us. As much love and gratitude they have for us.
Somewhere yes, they’ve taken immense burden and pain for us and unfortunately we can’t return it to them, we can only do it with our kids or the generation to come. However it’s difficult to explain it to them, but we truly do love them the most, no matter how many relationships we have or people we fall for or friends we make. They’ll always be the foremost right?
Anyway, my story wasn’t about the mutual feeling that my parents and I have. It was about this trip that my mom and dad are starting tomorrow and since the very beginning of getting this news of a ten day trip my mom has been frantically running around to keep everything in place for us while she isn’t home.
It’s not like we’ll be alone for the first time or we can’t help ourselves well. But her concern for us has had absolutely no boundaries. While we had our duties in place for them, the bookings, confirmations, luggage, other voyage related activities, her preparation would never stop.
I knew she would be thinking about us more than her trip but I never imagined it to that extent. So much uncertainty about this behavior of my mom turned into a wonderful emotional baggage for me. Trust me, their trip starts tomorrow and I’m already missing her. Love you Ma! Yes, dad has a lesser importance in this story but, I love you dad and today it’s just mom and me (hope you understand 😛 ).
Happy Journey both you Sweetest Hearts. Wish you a joyous and safe trip! 🙂
With “Valentine’s Week” passing, as we celebrate it in this era and Valentine’s Day gradually bringing another year of joy in couple lives I have a story to narrate.
Whether it’s teens, twenty year olds or happily married couples, love hasn’t remained just an emotion. Love is something people live their lives by today. Men become restless when they don’t get to see their spouse for even a span of a few minutes. A loving text or two from girlfriend makes the day special for her guy.
Love was always a special feeling but today it’s more than just a feeling. It’s an emotion that gives rise to all the other feelings. There’s more joy to soul in love rather than in all other pleasures of life.
And I the most inexperienced girl about love, wish you a life filled of unconditional unending love stories. 🙂
With the start to this year, I played a quick game with myself. A game in which I didn’t have to make a resolution but quit doing something that hurts me a lot. And I thought that what hurts me the most is me myself, because after anything that affects me, I over think about it and it becomes an heart ache from just a small skin pinch.
So how did I do that? For example, a friend said something, he or she shouldn’t have, not even in jokes. As a consequence, I count down from the least favourite number i.e. five to zero and smile as wide as I can when I complete counting zero. This way all the thought gets diverted to smiling and it becomes so simple to forget what really hurt you.
Can you imagine just five seconds or ten seconds taking all your pain away? I know it’s not always easy but most of the times it’s so much fun and relaxing.
Find out your way to quit hurting yourself this year and make each wide smile a really memorable one. 🙂
Today when I came here, I had absolutely nothing in my mind that would impress readers, nothing that would inspire someone, nothing that could make someone smile. But I just wanted to give myself a break by writing a piece.
It’s been a particularly tough time for me since a while and in such moments one doesn’t feel like appreciating life. In fact, one feels like a daily dose of a punch in the face. One barely wishes to smile and our eyes have already cried buckets. These moments are not really like “What Next?” these moments are like “You’re good for nothing, just give up!”
You just can’t think of anything nice, not even desserts. You don’t feel like doing anything because all of a sudden you think you’re either going to ruin it or you’re not worth it. You distance yourself from people for it’s sure they won’t care enough otherwise. And do they really listen to “What the matter is?” without getting annoyed? I don’t think so. I’ve also been this person who fears sharing life’s problems so it becomes a worse than worse situation when someone asks me “Tell me, what’s wrong?” and if in case I reply with a “I don’t know!” or “Let me be alone!” they feel that I don’t want to talk to them and get upset indirectly, which is absolutely not the case.
At times, life does give us lemons and what to do if you don’t know how to make a Lemonade? At times, you want to make a lemonade but life doesn’t even give you lemons! Also at times, life has given you enough lemons and you know how to make a lemonade but they ask you to wait. And only in such times there will surely be people to ask you about “How does it taste?”