I always stumble upon the thought that, if today were my last day, have I lived it just fine? And the conclusion I always reach to for my query, is a “No”! It’s difficult to live life thinking of death. But yet life is definitely a blessing. A blessing, I’ve always taken for granted. A blessing that I’ve cursed at times too. But I’ve never felt the right gratitude I should feel for the life I live each and every second.
Isn’t it such a wonderful thing to wake up every morning and have another twenty-four hours of plain awesomeness? Of every second to live upto. So what if there are chores to do? Or if there are duties to fulfill. Or if there are tough payments to make? Can’t we do every little thing wholeheartedly? Every word we speak or every step we take? Can’t we be happy about the choices we make? Can’t we be delighted about the decisions we take today? Or contented about the mistakes we make today?
For one day, might have no tomorrow. One day, I might have no time to speak a word or take a step. And that day might have no great last word from me too. None of us will be able to do anything then. So the place is here and the time we have is now and trust me it will never be enough.
So don’t count your footsteps but mark them. Don’t save yours words, rather narrate your emotions. Wake up, dance to the clock, love unconditionally, live happily and make every move your best move so that there are no regrets and you will always have an amazing beginning, a wonderful journey as well as a marvellous ending. 🙂
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 dreamt 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. 🙂
I know the word YODO seems like an error or something incorrect or strange to most of my readers today. But I do have a reason for the L being replaced by a D in the abbreviation “YOLO”.
So a few years back, youngsters like me got quite excited with the abbreviation YOLO, which means You Only Live Once. I personally loved commenting it on pictures of my traveler buddies. YOLO became a pretty common status and a further common phrase to use to mock a friend from the group. But after this little time that I’ve spent using that word I’ve understood one simple thing. That it was never that way for me. It was nothing like a eureka moment or epiphany. I just understood that YOLO faded away for me because I didn’t really find it truthful anymore.
I felt that “You Only Live Once” is such a wrong connect. Because, we live everyday, each minute and breathe almost every second of our lives. In fact we breathe faster than the seconds of a minute, utilizing more of every micro part of being alive. And we just die once. So my conception of YOLO made me realize that how amazing it would be if I could live even every minute of my life to the fullest, making it memorable and having a story to tell about it. About the life I live in every breath. About the life that’s such an amazing gift to all of us present here.
Because, You Only Die Once and YOU LIVE EVERYDAY! 🙂
Honestly, my plate is too full these days to have the dessert of writing this blog. While all the work is dishes on my plate, writing here is such a peaceful big bowl of Belgian ice cream. But the scenario here is that I’m not quite able to complete my plate to reach to my bowl of ice cream. So what’s the plan? What will make me finish my plate and reach my big delicious bowl?
Well, the goal is quite simple, earlier what I used to do was plan my work schedule according to the difficulty attached to each task. Which soon became my habit. I would do all the difficult tasks at the beginning and the simpler ones at the end. But that doesn’t happen with food right? We have the least filling course first to have a four course meal. Thus, I thought of completing the easier starters first to get to the end of my meal, finish my plate and also be able to eat my dessert.
I guess it quite helped me and if your plate is too full too, try the starters first. 😉
Do you feel sad about missing something important? Missing someone special? Or even missing a show you like to watch and you follow? Well, I quite do and I hate missing or waiting. But at times, you can’t be everywhere or do everything, right? That’s where prioritizing comes in and one feels helpless but he or she has to choose.
These I feel are the most difficult choices of my life. Especially, when I choose work over people and then miss them. When I choose assignments over family get togethers and miss all the love and fun. Fortunate or not we have to make these decisions and we tend to go into the direction for ourselves. Right? Wrong, I’d say!
I know what’s important for us, most people won’t understand. Yet, what is that thing we are quite waiting for? Would I miss work if I’m with people who love me? I would just miss my salaries. And family will stay by my side whether I have the money or not.
So consider yourself in this choice now. Think again before taking the decision. Because everything can come again, except the life we’re living and the time that’s passing. Create memories, hold blessings and have stories to tell your kids. Money can definitely buy a lot but happiness. 🙂