“Getting settled”, such a fancy bunch of words we’ve been always taught. Finish studies, get a good job, have fun, get married, have kids, enjoy your life with friends and family - your life is settled. This is the generic cycle that has been followed since ages. And, this is what we’ve been taught and seen since childhood. While this is indeed an happy path of life, I still wonder, why no one taught us that there could be other cycles too? Perhaps, no-one will enlighten us, until we figure our paths by ourselves.
May be we need little tweaks in the story we’ve been told. Instead of teaching that the life is a series of “getting settled”, we should be taught that “life is a series of fresh start overs”. A little difference in the perspectives, can change the entire theory of our lives!-
All those fearless birds flying in the sky,
Never really thought that they would inspire the airplanes.
Little did the beautiful roses in the garden knew,
That the world would cherish them as a symbol of love.
Butterflies and Rainbows, never actually imagined,
That they would induce colorful hopes in people's lives.
You never really know your true potential,
Until you dare to venture out into the life's wilderness.
Pave your own path!-
Away from all the barriers,
She was standing there up above.
Feeling the fresh air,
Which welcomed her softly.
She was puzzled by the sudden happiness that flowed into her.
Amidst those deep scars,
She felt good to be in her skin and body.
Amidst all those flaws and imperfections,
She loved being herself, with no regrets.
Ignoring all the acceptance and rejections,
She stood there confident, for what she was.
Seeking for a simple and peaceful life,
She stood there all surprised.
And at that moment, she realized,
The real freedom is in being herself.-
Be kind. Be gentle. Be nice. Be humble.
Way too ideal, isn't it?
Well, let's put it this way.
Be kind, but don't forget to revert back when needed.
Be gentle, but don't be a victim.
Teach them back what they gave.
Be nice, but not by hurting yourself.
You better be nice to yourself.
Be humble, Always!
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It's always a flip flop.
May it be anything, life's a flip flop.
We crave for something we don't get easily.
We don't value the stuff we get easily.
We expect our surrounding to make us happy.
We neglect the fact that, we can always make ourselves happy.
Sometimes it feels like, there's no way out there.
Sometimes it breaks us as if the broken pieces could never joined.
After all, it's life.
And, life's a flip flop.
But, you can always rise back like a phoenix.
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A rose, which gets praised for its beauty,
Also gets blamed for its thorns.
We often question the creation, rather than accepting it.
How fair is it, to blame a rose for its thorns?
The sea waves, which is often wondered for its mesmerizing rhythm,
Also gets blamed for its dangerous beats.
It's not the fault of sea, if we fail to understand that it's a dangerous beauty.
How fair is it, to blame the sea for its unpredictable nature?
It's true we are wonderful humans.
It's also true, that we are flawed creatures.
How fair is it, to blame each other for our flaws?
In fact, flaws are not a big deal.-
"So?", he asked curiously.
And she began to sing,
"Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To sing and dance together,
la la la la la la la..."
Smiling at each other, both started to sing in chorus.
Pretending themselves to be characters,
They were singing with the chirps of birds,
And dancing with the rhythm of wind.
Joyful atmosphere surrounded them.
Jack picked flowers,
And handed it to Jill,
And Jill danced blushing all around!
"This is what old Jack and Jill
should've done",
murmured both of them
joyfully.
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"Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water...", she began to sing in a loud tone, as they were climbing up the hill.
"Old Jack and Jill are so boring", he interrupted in between.
She stopped to sing, and asked, "Why are they boring?"
"Oh come on, they just went up the hill
to fetch water?
Seriously ? So boring.
They could have sang together,
They could have danced together
They could have played with the
butterflies up there...",
continued Jack, as they almost
reached up there.
Amazed by his words,
she stretched out her hand
towards him and said, "So..."
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The lyrics we cared least about,
Hits us hard at strange times.
The music we cared all about,
Doesn't kick out that enthusiasm sometimes.
Things which raised our levels of dopamine,
Might not ignite that spark anymore.
The feelings which we try to illumine,
Might remain in darkness for evermore.
The happiness we always craved for,
Might turn into a pathetic sadness.
The tenderness we always longed for,
Might turn into a ruthless harshness.
Life is goddamn crazy!
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"How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?", It's Alaska's question.
All these days, I never knew if I was in some labyrinth of suffering.
Now that I know I was, It seems strange.
Alaska's was, Labyrinth of suffering.
I call mine, Labyrinth of complications.
It isn't about clinging to the past,
It isn't about the beautiful future,
It's all about the unsettled, unanswered complications.
Better unanswered. Better unsettled.
Because, they're meant to be beautiful the way they are.
Complicated, but yet beautiful.
It's Pudge's theory that, "The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering, is to forgive"
It's my theory that, "The only way out of the labyrinth of complications, is to make it beautiful"
And the perspective of beautiful, is left to you.
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