Dear sister,
Surprising as it may seem, something like this was much needed. I know, I am not there to hold and hug you and hear you sob, but these 'words' are all I have to make you feel better (takes me back to the song by Beejees: 'words' - and words are all I have, to take your heart away). Amazing, isn't it? How every little fiber of existence has transformed into a memory that the two of us share? Despite all the distance, despondency and agony, I am still that one person who will do the wonder of comprehending your silence. I learned from you, that silence is a strong weapon. Without a doubt, it is. However, over the course of so many years, I have seen, that prolonged silence can transmute into breeding grounds for further discomfort, and so on. In some cases, it acts as a poison. A poison that eventually results in amptutation. It shares semblance with booze - initial consumption feels like liquor - but later, all that is there is glum. Therefore, always remember, silence could become a swage, if nothing greater.
Whatever words I unleash here are not just simple words. Instead, they are a refined combination of text that will act as your true armour because I have complete faith that you are worth it. I know, times have gotten harder by the day, but in the darkest of hours is a ray of hope that empowers you to become a hero. Every exit brings a new entry; however, our naivity doesn't immediately allow us to apprehend its presence. But trust me, there is. Every threshold is a get-go. Every calamity leads to amity. Think of it as a storm curtailing to a cool breeze, and the sigh of relief that it brings to the mind and soul. If anything more, it is like a rainbow erupting from behind the lump of dark, dimishing clouds after a howling blow of winds, thunder and lightning. With heartbreak comes breakthrough. With misery comes delight. I with you, and you with me, it gets only better - nothing less. "The darkest hour of the night is 'just' before dawn."
Having said so, I realise, that times are getting tougher. Life has become so demanding that there is no room for flexibility. You will meet people who you think understand you perfectly. But the same people then take a steep one-eighty degree turn to the opposite end of the spectrum. There will be times when you will plummet from giddy heights to hopelessness. In the midst of nose-diving, you would not know what is causing all the unrest that there is. It will be a hollow road leading to an impasse. By the time you realise what is prompting it, perhaps, it'll be too late. But believe me, it is never going to be 'too late' as long as you're breathing. Life is full of compromises on a front, but full of surprises at the other end. You might want to dismiss all that, that has happened to you so far; but on the spur of the very moment, you'd want to avail those blemishes to a decorative future. There will be instances that are full of malaise, while there are times when you will find it hard to drift into kip because reality will be better than your dreams. And I know, what you would be thinking right now is, she's only moving ahead with 'words' because they are her only embellishment. Knowing you, probably your veins will be shooting with madness and heat. Had I been there, you'd have burst at me already.
Scooting back to that novel, Life of Pi - imagined yourself stranded on a lifeboat with a tiger. Just as how Pi found himself in the company of the tiger, Richard Parker, made him all the more attentive towards any and every occurance. Rightly so, the fears of life educe us to factor who we eventually are. Good jugement comes from bad experience, and experience comes from bad judgement.
There will be times when you will confront people who will overpower you. However, inside, every inch of breathtaking will make you impregnable and secure. People who you think of as invincible will only meliorate your urge to thrive. I know life poses baptisms of fire, back-to-back, but the hero that you are to your existence, should only make you flourish.
Always remember, "nothing lasts forever" - this rightfully applies to all your tribulations, as much as anything else. So dive into the trial of ordeal to be able to reach the shore. The more you escape from the situation, the farther you are from its solution.
Easiest thing to do is to 'talk'. Like my favourite statement has always been, "those who cannot do jack, talk."But here, every word that I say should engrave within your palms to strengthen your grip. Reassure yourself that everything will be okay. The slower, the better.
As a human, I realise that you contain your individual shock resoprtion capacity, with a specific volume to juggle with misfortune. If you see through your own eyes, you are carrying a weight on your tender shoulders, moving at the pace of heartbeat. But from someone else's eyes, you are in a bubble of support, joy, fortunate; self equipped, born to supportive, conducive parents, family and friends.
Life is not about finding yourself. It is about 'creating' yourself. Things that worry you, discard them. Relationships that worry you, 'do not' discard them. There is worry only where there is care and solace. Just like how I do the wonder of fathoming your secrecy and hush, I will also point out when you whinge undue. Don't let the morsel of dust stay in your eyes and produce tears. Instead, let them flow. Those who hurt you, forgive them anyway. Those who you think overwhelm your inner, accept them as their nature, or dismiss that as a result of their circumstances you are unbeknownst of.
With all this, I am introducing you to the 'high-pass filter' strategy. Let the odds dribble down the drain, while you catch the even components in the process, only those that benefit you. I know, doing so, sounds irrational and selfish. But always know, selfishness at times is healthy. At other times, it is only an intoxicant. 'Balance' is very necessary.
Do I sound like an elder sister? Oh, I know, I do. I always have been. Usually the younger ones wish that they were older. In my case, I wish, that I were even younger. Nonetheless, the chemistry between the two of us had remained unchanged. The sparrow at heart and pea-sized brain that you are, makes me love you all the more. The consolation that you seek in my words, thoughts, ideas, company, warmth and embrace, makes me want to become stronger, not for myself, but to look you through.
Every day that I have lived, I have become a fighter, bit by bit, not to conquer the incredible, but to cater to the arm of my goldfish, which is you.
Focus only on things that you can foresee as positive, withholding an outcome in your favour. Because the rest, are simply not in your hands. Accept them as destiny and provocations of nature. However, there are things that strike the rage in you, only momentarily. Eventually, we all know, they are bound to throes of ceasure. Those are the things you got to exercise patience on. If they bite you, get bitten anyway. The wound will only make you unattackable, each time as it grows. Eventually, a time will come when you will find who you are. You will do the marvel of growing into a graceful clot of a woman that you haven't thought about, yet.
Pin yourself to the atrocities that will earn you your rightful, deserving reward. There are hurdles on the way, yet I expect you to catch the flight and not run towards the fire escape.
The strong lady that you have been makes me shine more and more every day. But now is a time, when you need to glow within your own circumference of hardships, love, affection and everything else that comes. Let the sun shine, not behind the curtains, rather impinging on your retina. Let the moon come bright, in its full glory. Let your radiance do wonders. Trust me, not everyone star shoots. But the one that does, lights up the galaxies. Let your emergence sublimate, and resublimate.
Last, but not the least: to all this is an exciting piece of info that you must already be aware of. A woman resembles a peach - delicate and tender from outside, but hardcore from within. While a man (riddles that most women think of them as) resembles a coconut - extremely tough from the outer core, yet intensely warmhearted inside (mother told me this, rest assured, it holds true. I am telling you this because at times I have to take the front seat and act like a mother, too). Pierce through the walls to find that 'one' man as your soulmate, companion and best friend. Relationships in life may not come with any guarantee; however, relationships in life do come with a security to divide sorrow to lessen it, multiply the joy to amplify it. With it, comes a positive energy to walk ahead deliminating between emotion and conscience.
"When life gets you down, you know what you gotta do? Just keep swimming, just keep swimming."
To all the times we have had, till we live them again, be strong and raise my head with pride and your perserverance. "Your greatest glory is not in never falling, but rising every time you fall."
I know you miss me, I miss you more. I know you care, but you gotta take care, because 'i' care MORE. I am far, but I know what you think, how and when. I know you are irrational, but I am there to mend. I know times have changed and I am not there to see, but the best part is, the silly, cynical, wierdo that I left you, are still your qualities. Some things never change - this has been quite a phrase for us, remember? But some things ought to change, for the better (doesn't include you though). I feel I am still growing up, while you're aging backwards, which is perfectly alright. I know how to handle you, irrespective of how old you are.
I am around even when I am not there. Hang in there, I'll write to you again.
Your precious and most awaited,
Sister
Here's our signature song - 'Seasons in the sun' by Westlife: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vf31kyAb3Z
Think of me and I'll be there...♬ ❤
Surprising as it may seem, something like this was much needed. I know, I am not there to hold and hug you and hear you sob, but these 'words' are all I have to make you feel better (takes me back to the song by Beejees: 'words' - and words are all I have, to take your heart away). Amazing, isn't it? How every little fiber of existence has transformed into a memory that the two of us share? Despite all the distance, despondency and agony, I am still that one person who will do the wonder of comprehending your silence. I learned from you, that silence is a strong weapon. Without a doubt, it is. However, over the course of so many years, I have seen, that prolonged silence can transmute into breeding grounds for further discomfort, and so on. In some cases, it acts as a poison. A poison that eventually results in amptutation. It shares semblance with booze - initial consumption feels like liquor - but later, all that is there is glum. Therefore, always remember, silence could become a swage, if nothing greater.
Whatever words I unleash here are not just simple words. Instead, they are a refined combination of text that will act as your true armour because I have complete faith that you are worth it. I know, times have gotten harder by the day, but in the darkest of hours is a ray of hope that empowers you to become a hero. Every exit brings a new entry; however, our naivity doesn't immediately allow us to apprehend its presence. But trust me, there is. Every threshold is a get-go. Every calamity leads to amity. Think of it as a storm curtailing to a cool breeze, and the sigh of relief that it brings to the mind and soul. If anything more, it is like a rainbow erupting from behind the lump of dark, dimishing clouds after a howling blow of winds, thunder and lightning. With heartbreak comes breakthrough. With misery comes delight. I with you, and you with me, it gets only better - nothing less. "The darkest hour of the night is 'just' before dawn."
Having said so, I realise, that times are getting tougher. Life has become so demanding that there is no room for flexibility. You will meet people who you think understand you perfectly. But the same people then take a steep one-eighty degree turn to the opposite end of the spectrum. There will be times when you will plummet from giddy heights to hopelessness. In the midst of nose-diving, you would not know what is causing all the unrest that there is. It will be a hollow road leading to an impasse. By the time you realise what is prompting it, perhaps, it'll be too late. But believe me, it is never going to be 'too late' as long as you're breathing. Life is full of compromises on a front, but full of surprises at the other end. You might want to dismiss all that, that has happened to you so far; but on the spur of the very moment, you'd want to avail those blemishes to a decorative future. There will be instances that are full of malaise, while there are times when you will find it hard to drift into kip because reality will be better than your dreams. And I know, what you would be thinking right now is, she's only moving ahead with 'words' because they are her only embellishment. Knowing you, probably your veins will be shooting with madness and heat. Had I been there, you'd have burst at me already.
Scooting back to that novel, Life of Pi - imagined yourself stranded on a lifeboat with a tiger. Just as how Pi found himself in the company of the tiger, Richard Parker, made him all the more attentive towards any and every occurance. Rightly so, the fears of life educe us to factor who we eventually are. Good jugement comes from bad experience, and experience comes from bad judgement.
There will be times when you will confront people who will overpower you. However, inside, every inch of breathtaking will make you impregnable and secure. People who you think of as invincible will only meliorate your urge to thrive. I know life poses baptisms of fire, back-to-back, but the hero that you are to your existence, should only make you flourish.
Always remember, "nothing lasts forever" - this rightfully applies to all your tribulations, as much as anything else. So dive into the trial of ordeal to be able to reach the shore. The more you escape from the situation, the farther you are from its solution.
Easiest thing to do is to 'talk'. Like my favourite statement has always been, "those who cannot do jack, talk."But here, every word that I say should engrave within your palms to strengthen your grip. Reassure yourself that everything will be okay. The slower, the better.
As a human, I realise that you contain your individual shock resoprtion capacity, with a specific volume to juggle with misfortune. If you see through your own eyes, you are carrying a weight on your tender shoulders, moving at the pace of heartbeat. But from someone else's eyes, you are in a bubble of support, joy, fortunate; self equipped, born to supportive, conducive parents, family and friends.
Life is not about finding yourself. It is about 'creating' yourself. Things that worry you, discard them. Relationships that worry you, 'do not' discard them. There is worry only where there is care and solace. Just like how I do the wonder of fathoming your secrecy and hush, I will also point out when you whinge undue. Don't let the morsel of dust stay in your eyes and produce tears. Instead, let them flow. Those who hurt you, forgive them anyway. Those who you think overwhelm your inner, accept them as their nature, or dismiss that as a result of their circumstances you are unbeknownst of.
With all this, I am introducing you to the 'high-pass filter' strategy. Let the odds dribble down the drain, while you catch the even components in the process, only those that benefit you. I know, doing so, sounds irrational and selfish. But always know, selfishness at times is healthy. At other times, it is only an intoxicant. 'Balance' is very necessary.
Do I sound like an elder sister? Oh, I know, I do. I always have been. Usually the younger ones wish that they were older. In my case, I wish, that I were even younger. Nonetheless, the chemistry between the two of us had remained unchanged. The sparrow at heart and pea-sized brain that you are, makes me love you all the more. The consolation that you seek in my words, thoughts, ideas, company, warmth and embrace, makes me want to become stronger, not for myself, but to look you through.
Every day that I have lived, I have become a fighter, bit by bit, not to conquer the incredible, but to cater to the arm of my goldfish, which is you.
Focus only on things that you can foresee as positive, withholding an outcome in your favour. Because the rest, are simply not in your hands. Accept them as destiny and provocations of nature. However, there are things that strike the rage in you, only momentarily. Eventually, we all know, they are bound to throes of ceasure. Those are the things you got to exercise patience on. If they bite you, get bitten anyway. The wound will only make you unattackable, each time as it grows. Eventually, a time will come when you will find who you are. You will do the marvel of growing into a graceful clot of a woman that you haven't thought about, yet.
Pin yourself to the atrocities that will earn you your rightful, deserving reward. There are hurdles on the way, yet I expect you to catch the flight and not run towards the fire escape.
The strong lady that you have been makes me shine more and more every day. But now is a time, when you need to glow within your own circumference of hardships, love, affection and everything else that comes. Let the sun shine, not behind the curtains, rather impinging on your retina. Let the moon come bright, in its full glory. Let your radiance do wonders. Trust me, not everyone star shoots. But the one that does, lights up the galaxies. Let your emergence sublimate, and resublimate.
Last, but not the least: to all this is an exciting piece of info that you must already be aware of. A woman resembles a peach - delicate and tender from outside, but hardcore from within. While a man (riddles that most women think of them as) resembles a coconut - extremely tough from the outer core, yet intensely warmhearted inside (mother told me this, rest assured, it holds true. I am telling you this because at times I have to take the front seat and act like a mother, too). Pierce through the walls to find that 'one' man as your soulmate, companion and best friend. Relationships in life may not come with any guarantee; however, relationships in life do come with a security to divide sorrow to lessen it, multiply the joy to amplify it. With it, comes a positive energy to walk ahead deliminating between emotion and conscience.
"When life gets you down, you know what you gotta do? Just keep swimming, just keep swimming."
To all the times we have had, till we live them again, be strong and raise my head with pride and your perserverance. "Your greatest glory is not in never falling, but rising every time you fall."
I know you miss me, I miss you more. I know you care, but you gotta take care, because 'i' care MORE. I am far, but I know what you think, how and when. I know you are irrational, but I am there to mend. I know times have changed and I am not there to see, but the best part is, the silly, cynical, wierdo that I left you, are still your qualities. Some things never change - this has been quite a phrase for us, remember? But some things ought to change, for the better (doesn't include you though). I feel I am still growing up, while you're aging backwards, which is perfectly alright. I know how to handle you, irrespective of how old you are.
I am around even when I am not there. Hang in there, I'll write to you again.
Your precious and most awaited,
Sister
Here's our signature song - 'Seasons in the sun' by Westlife: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vf31kyAb3Z
Think of me and I'll be there...♬ ❤
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