Few years in the past, I had heard in a movie that each one of us is entitled a story, with its own turns and roundabouts, the fair share of challenges, the deserved amount of happiness and much more. On new encounters, we form affiliations that introduce others as part of our own plot, and so on. These chronicles develop with the passage of time bridging further connections. Being affected by each other becomes a normal part of the game. Back then, I thought of this as pointless and paranormal. But having traveled a long way, I seem to articulate these events to realise that they held true, back then, and even in today.
I have seen and eye-witnessed various instances that affix the puzzles back in one piece. However, a brutal and melancholic component is, that this understanding comes only after having had thorns pricked beneath the feet. To fall seamlessly, hurt and be left all on your own is when one knows the true reality of this tale we call 'life'. It is a sorry state to learn the depth of relationships you think mean the world to you. Actually, no. Nothing should mean the world to anyone except their own transcendence. As a matter-of-fact, we get so absorbed in people who are merely present to form part of our story. Such involvement results in loss of self-containment and belief. In this entire worldly sphere, we tend to be partly or somehow liable for things that happen to us. If this alone isn't enough, we are somehow also obligated to claim for situations we face because of others. They don't happen to us because of our own self being, but act as a causative factor of actions performed by characters who become constituents of our fable. It is nothing less than deplorable to find yourself in hitches along the course of life that are a mere eruption of negligence of someone else. Since each one of us is either a cell in our own body or a cell to someone else's story, no one reserves the right to bring you a dull moment. If you find yourself in a mess, thanks to imprudence of someone else, they should retain modesty to clear your path ahead. Commodities be used, please, and humans be loved - sadly, this has resulted otherwise today. Because, yes, in brutal honesty, we all factor as characters' to one and others' play of life. Like wisdom by some considerate soul will light you up, hearty and blithe; indiscreet and cursory behavior will transmute one as glum, dismal and tearful.
Disconsolate as always, reality is far more pensive than these wishful thoughts. Unfortunately, nothing comes close. Finding yourself in distress has only one solution - live through it. Somehow, after these all years, I have the strength to conform to this tragic verity. No marvel ever happens to set things right in life. We get affected by hurtful actions which root to losing trust and faith. Emotions, that are availed to advantages and create breeding grounds for further stabbing disappointments. It is only deleterious to ingest that those you think will hold you when you fall are the ones to push you off when you stumble. It is only a fairy-tale where you can possibly assimilate a miracle, larger than life, to happen and furbish all blemishes off, not this legend called life.
In all consciousness of a female, we gravitate that some day, a man will polish all the rough surfaces we ever laid our eyes upon, and only make the palate spark with glory and righteousness. In most cases, this renders as prevarication. So, ladies, the only man, most likely, in your life who will scale heights and take anything, come what may, to make you smile is your father.
It feels like liquefaction into a quicksand of despair to get wind of the harsh corporeality. No relationship in life comes with any guarantee of virtue, wholeness and contentment. For those it does, should consider it as blest of divine grace. For those that it doesn't - the idea shouldn't be foreign. Completely unbiased, it may be a woman for a man or vice versa, or a relation with an absolutely different nature such as friendship.
The only helping hand you will find at the end of the day stands at the end of your own arm. It's all, literally, you, yourself, your fibers, pulses, nerves and feelings... It's all about you. Be the guide of your own conscience. If circumstances fall beyond your shock absorption capacity, the only agent to lift your brim is your own spirit.
With each trace of ruthlessness, all I feel is stronger. After a while, even the lights will dim away if there is lack of activation and glint inside your own soul.
Rightly they say, "Insaan dunya mei akela ata hai or akela hi chala jata hai."
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVGGIalF66k
I have seen and eye-witnessed various instances that affix the puzzles back in one piece. However, a brutal and melancholic component is, that this understanding comes only after having had thorns pricked beneath the feet. To fall seamlessly, hurt and be left all on your own is when one knows the true reality of this tale we call 'life'. It is a sorry state to learn the depth of relationships you think mean the world to you. Actually, no. Nothing should mean the world to anyone except their own transcendence. As a matter-of-fact, we get so absorbed in people who are merely present to form part of our story. Such involvement results in loss of self-containment and belief. In this entire worldly sphere, we tend to be partly or somehow liable for things that happen to us. If this alone isn't enough, we are somehow also obligated to claim for situations we face because of others. They don't happen to us because of our own self being, but act as a causative factor of actions performed by characters who become constituents of our fable. It is nothing less than deplorable to find yourself in hitches along the course of life that are a mere eruption of negligence of someone else. Since each one of us is either a cell in our own body or a cell to someone else's story, no one reserves the right to bring you a dull moment. If you find yourself in a mess, thanks to imprudence of someone else, they should retain modesty to clear your path ahead. Commodities be used, please, and humans be loved - sadly, this has resulted otherwise today. Because, yes, in brutal honesty, we all factor as characters' to one and others' play of life. Like wisdom by some considerate soul will light you up, hearty and blithe; indiscreet and cursory behavior will transmute one as glum, dismal and tearful.
Disconsolate as always, reality is far more pensive than these wishful thoughts. Unfortunately, nothing comes close. Finding yourself in distress has only one solution - live through it. Somehow, after these all years, I have the strength to conform to this tragic verity. No marvel ever happens to set things right in life. We get affected by hurtful actions which root to losing trust and faith. Emotions, that are availed to advantages and create breeding grounds for further stabbing disappointments. It is only deleterious to ingest that those you think will hold you when you fall are the ones to push you off when you stumble. It is only a fairy-tale where you can possibly assimilate a miracle, larger than life, to happen and furbish all blemishes off, not this legend called life.
In all consciousness of a female, we gravitate that some day, a man will polish all the rough surfaces we ever laid our eyes upon, and only make the palate spark with glory and righteousness. In most cases, this renders as prevarication. So, ladies, the only man, most likely, in your life who will scale heights and take anything, come what may, to make you smile is your father.
It feels like liquefaction into a quicksand of despair to get wind of the harsh corporeality. No relationship in life comes with any guarantee of virtue, wholeness and contentment. For those it does, should consider it as blest of divine grace. For those that it doesn't - the idea shouldn't be foreign. Completely unbiased, it may be a woman for a man or vice versa, or a relation with an absolutely different nature such as friendship.
The only helping hand you will find at the end of the day stands at the end of your own arm. It's all, literally, you, yourself, your fibers, pulses, nerves and feelings... It's all about you. Be the guide of your own conscience. If circumstances fall beyond your shock absorption capacity, the only agent to lift your brim is your own spirit.
With each trace of ruthlessness, all I feel is stronger. After a while, even the lights will dim away if there is lack of activation and glint inside your own soul.
Rightly they say, "Insaan dunya mei akela ata hai or akela hi chala jata hai."
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVGGIalF66k
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