I don’t really know why I am writing this but here it is..
Off late, a lot of people are telling me on how the world and it’s people make individuals question their choices, opinions, looks and basically existence in every possible way.
Things like, oh, you still don’t have a job? What are you going to do? Or are you sure about leaving him? What will you do without him? Your life is anyway very hard or Are you sure you want to be with her? I think you can do better or Have you really decided not to have children? You will regret this later in life or Are you sure you want to wear this to the party? I think you should change .. and it further goes into an endless loop of what the world thinks.
Not that I haven’t been on the receiving end of such statements myself but over the years, I have learned that life, is meant to be lived not to be compared or to be awarded but to be lived. Things flow just as emotions and over a period of time, pain, focus and priorities change axis. This happens to everyone.
The trick to survive through any transitional phase without being questioned by the society is one of the worst things to expect.. Hence, huge blinkers will surely help to pass through the transitions without much emotions. At the end of the phase, once settlement starts kicking in, people mostly retire or give up pointing their fingers at you or stop poking you because you would have passed their judgement barriers.
With open questions like ‘have you really thought this through’ or like ‘do you know how hard it is going to get’ .. the best answer often is to be honest and admit that you don’t know but that you shall see whatever comes your way just as them. By involving them in that uncertainty, maybe you can get hold of some tricks or earn some self peace.
But the problem is when you start asking their questions to your own self .. That’s when you let everyone win the battle against you and are ultimately left on your own in the battleground. This part, right before you adopt their questions, pause and breathe deeply .. If you still want to ask their questions to your own self, your answer should be .. I am strong enough to fight my battles; my strength and my courage are the my two most important keys.
You be your light, your strength, your praise and your delight.
You be who you want to be, what your heart desires.
You be ruled by the virtues, hold the vices far.
You be your own inner self and never put on a mask.
You walk and mend your broken roads as life would demand.
You look back at you in the mirror when time runs you down rough.
You unchain your dreams, raise your patience and fill your heart with love.
You feel every feeling that is filled in you and even shoved.
You be the lyrics of the song that you would like to sing and dance.
You be the rhythmic pulse of the universe that you were always set out to develop.
You having this body and not that, shouldn’t discourage you.
You being in power and not, shouldn’t encourage you.
You be the diver that shuns fear in its face.
You be the leader of you, that is here to be a part of this very human race.
You be not someone else other than you; you be guided by the truth that is you.
He was 84. She was 30. The only thing they had in common was life. Not tied to each other by any known or defined relation, but just life. He claimed with great pride that she was way too young, that he has seen more life than she has. She kept silent and smiled.
A heavyside function, trapped in its definitions, made its way in their lives. For years that it stayed, the man was right and the girl was wrong. The explanation that he always gave was his age and long experience; she was a complete nutter by all his books, decluttered and cluttered.
In one of the discontinuous accord, when the desolated ones needed tea to keep warm, the man thought of reporting them to the authorities for he felt letting them in, hugging them would mean harm. The girl wandered alone, put her kettle on. She bought cups and doubled them up with beautiful quotes and lyrics of songs. The man thought the girl was ‘wrong’, waited to see her fall. His experiences had it engraved in pure ink – ‘every man must fend for himself, at all risks’. The tea went on, the cakes followed, slowly the songs became the anthem of the fellows.
The man watched from a distance and realised that in all these years that he had lived, he never had the chance to love and feel loved but had advised. He had lived a life, through all these years, with experiences galore but somewhere ‘loving’ people for who they are never followed.
Her silences of letting him be right was a mark of respect beyond everything. Someone like her, who could love the masses without blinking, had learnt her ‘being human’ lessons well within.
When ‘life’ is the only chord that holds all of us together, who cares on who gets the strengths and curvature right?! Life, itself, begs to be loved and accepted rather than turning it into a ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ fight.
When all the roads lead to hell
You choose the one you know well
You stick to it despite its flaws
You judge it with your senses and never use use claws
You pick the right bends to rest up and walk again
You move with your vigour
You don’t let the ultimate knowledge destroy you, defeat you
You enjoy the road like you don’t know what’s ahead
You breathe in and out as you cover the distance and go from strength to strength
You never hope that the destination changes into heaven
You never let the ultimate knowledge of the hell be an obstruction
Then when you are about 3 feet away from the final destination, the road would naturally decay and you would gradually fall
You would lie on your back and maybe curse the end
But you need to look on the other side and praise your courage, strength and stamina to have come this far, my friend.