To feel is an art and seldom do we get it right.-Damini
Right from the day we are born, it is the world around us that tells us what attributes we have. What's good, what's bad, what needs improvement etc, is decided by other people around us,including our parents.
All throughout our lives,our thoughts, feelings and beliefs are governed by these individuals, who by some power have the authority to determine who we are.
Oh! She doesn't talk too much but he talks a lot! He isn't as fair as him but he's not as intelligent as him. You should be more outgoing, while you should be a little less and so on and so forth.
By the time we grow up and embrace our reality, we realise that we haven't really grown up as fully functional beings. Rather, we are fragmented versions of ourselves;waiting for the world to put the pieces together so that we can make sense of ourselves.
Constantly basing our judgments about our own sleeves, on the basis of those very people who are nothing more than fragments themselves.
Then how does their world view come to encompass our very own? Despite having our own language, why do we hang on to their every word and wish to speak the same like a parrot?
At the heart of every human being lies one simple wish - to be loved and accepted by the ones around us so that we can feel safe and secure in that very world, that fragmented our souls and left us to find the pieces and join them in some disconnected manner.
And in the end, when half of our lives have gone by, we realize that we did everything except love ourselves.
We ran behind everyone except ourselves.
We were so busy making others happy, trying to live up to their utopian ideals of perfection, that we lost track of who we wanted to be.
After feeling apologetic for simply being the way we were designed from the start, we didn't know who we were
What was left behind ,was just a fragmented version of ourselves where parts of us started seeming like wholes.
Only if we could learn in time that the only love we need is the love that we have for ourselves, we wouldn't be the fragments we realise we are.
Only if we could learn,that what we feel for ourselves is also an art.We can decide what we want to paint,the colors we want to use and whether to cherish what we have made of ourselves or simply start again.
We would still be flawed but at least we would be complete and in love with ourselves. And only then, we would truly embark on a journey taking us closer and closer to who we are truly meant to be - flawed and in love.
May be It's not the time May be not the momentMay be It's not rightBut just for the moment Let's forget what ought to beAnd just let things beJust for the momentHold my hand and set me free I know deep down you feel it tooAnd it's not the thing to sayBut life didn't promise us rosesIt wasn't fair anyway Put your feet on the ground And feel the earth beneathLet something change inside you Because it would anyway Look into my eyesLike you always wanted toAnd tell me you're there And hear me say the same to youBecause you know I'm there Smile at me like you smile from withinA smile that reaches your eyesHold my handLike you always wanted toAnd let's go there A place where we are free.. Time is not what binds usTime sets us freeAll you need to do is hold my hand
Your soul is on a journey and so is mine At some point, their paths will intertwine Under the shade of the banyan tree We will sit and wonder If from the clutches of time We'll ever be free Will we ever chase the rainbows in the vast sky Or melt in the raindrops as the rains go by Wrap ourselves in the gushing wind And kiss in the moonlight And brighten the darkness within Will our souls ever get to hold hands And look into each other's eyes Tell stories without words That our hearts in love can understand If time is eternal, then why aren't we Bound by love. Just you and me Someday.. May be someday The sun will shine bright.. Brighter than everyday Someday, sometime will be ours More than what it is.. Everyday Perhaps in my dream Perhaps in yours too..
of my closest friends,has been avoiding me for quite a while. Not because we
had a tiff.But,she has been very distressed lately.She went through a bad
break-up and is finding it difficult to get back on track.To her, the world
seems the worst place to be in right now. But
she isn’t talking to anyone.She has become very cranky and irritable. The days
when she finds herself amidst broken sleep,she just takes some medicine and
gets by the night.
Sadly,those nights are increasing. Sometimes,she starts crying
for no apparent reason. And
I am worried. I am worried for many more such people,who get bogged down by
life and find it difficult to get back up. Life is moving so fast that we don't even realize that we are getting caught up in a web. A
web consisting of demands, commitments, responsibilities; and a multitude of
events that constitute our daily routine. Without
any conscious effort, we start hoarding of a lot of unwanted and unwelcome thoughts,
emotions and actions. These in turn, …