An (open) letter ..

I have travelled and met people.. From slums to brothels to psychiatric wards of some hospitals .. to lavish rooftop parties in Hollywood to film sets, on few occasions ..to house parties to gym to my local train stations .. to meeting people through friends and family on random walks to online introductions .. The people that I have met or that I continue to meet all have the same story to share and to tell ..

Their constant battle through life embedded in hope.

Some struggle to get the ingredients to make a decent meal, and some struggle to digest a meal because of their health.. Some sell their bodies to strangers for peanuts and some carry those peanuts home so that their family can live .. Some think of killing others and some think of killing their own .. Some strive to live by the book and some think of flushing the pages down some gutter hole. Some talk of judgements that the world throws at them and some talk of love that they lack .. Some point a finger at the world and some don’t even raise their hand.

I have stopped saying that every battle is unique; now that I have seen diverse backgrounds.. They all emerge from the constant lack of love and acceptance that make a human grow and at times, frown.

There is always a finite supply of human medals that are given to humans for their work.. There is also a finite supply of energy in humans that they can put to life to work. Achievements and materials, then, can’t define your character and neither can they declare you a success or a failure .. The life, that you are blessed with, is far far greater.

Beautiful things take time to grow .. the stronger the roots, the better they hold .. If that be true for the strongest trees then why isn’t it true for us, human beings?

If I could tell all of you, who come back to me for positivity, that life is unfair and it shall always be .. The rule of thumb is then to simply transform yourself into a channel of possibilities.

Remember, battles can go on forever, decisions might take time to show .. But if you can accept and love yourself first, before anyone else, you stand a brilliant chance to shine and to glow.

So then, before reminding yourself of what vision and version this world holds of you; pause and remind yourself of what you really mean to you.

❤️

Success. Failure. Life. 

By and large the screaming reality that one gets drawn to is to value oneself based on the worlds’ definition of success and failure. One, often is thought to be the reverse of the other. The very nature of the definitions aren’t contained or bounded by defined limits and ranges. There are abstract deductions on what might appear to be a success through the world lens and what might not and vice versa. Most of these parameters being covered in materials. This then begs to question the very existence of these definitions and then to question their impact on an individual’s self belief. 

At the core sits this notion of impermanence very rigidly which even applies to the brain. The brain starts decaying gradually with age as has been shown and published in the literature. Attaching value or worth  to impermanence then seems to be an interesting phenomenon of feeling good and worthwhile. Whereas in reality, this attachment in itself crawls on the shoulders of lies. Perhaps this is precisely why every definition and structure handed by this world runs out to change at the face of slightest threat. The torch bearers of such definitions run for covers when their lies and make belief stories to success are exposed. The failed ones, of course, stand no chance to voice their opinions because the materials aren’t drool worthy to report. 

In these circumstances, where death is our only reality and a mark of pemanence, shouldn’t success and failure simply be left onto love and thoughts  to judge rather than fame and materials? Because come to think anout it, a healthy mind and a loving heart are all that an individual needs to live barring all definitions.