We all come across certain moments in life when things don’t turn the way we wanted and the direction in which we are heading seems to be out of sight and path; in these moments we are bound to ask questions and I must tell you that the moment you start asking questions, reflecting about the reasons of occurrence of these situations is the time you will come to know the answers to these very difficult looking questions. You might have come across some situations in which you have taken advice of someone not to follow their advice but just to conform your own thoughts, the only thing we lack is the courage to follow our own thoughts but believe me deep down you know the answers, you just need to believe in you. And do one thing whenever you feel afraid put your right hand over your heart and say out loud “ALL IS WELL”.
Read these and you will know what I mean:
The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
I have had many encounters or are friends with a rare species whose stories never seem to end even when you have directed your attention away or are trying hard to find an app to stop this fourth degree torture and in this moment you may feel “why life becomes hard when I try harder”.
I am writing this because someone has to stop these idiots who are self obsessed from opening their mouth out loud and creating noise pollution or whatever frigging pollution they create. It’s just a matter of time when someone will find out the real cause of ice melting was not just the normal pollution but a significant role has been played by these people who every now and then don’t waste time or waste an opportunity of letting their carbon dioxide out. Believe you me I am not talking about those who talks more on some occasions but are naturally calm, I am talking about people who are leaps and bounds ahead (for easy reference let’s call them MOTORMOUTHS ) and when you try to speak something they have this compulsive tendency to snatch it from you and come up with a few more egotistic paragraphs, motor mouths are so fond of saying that I can bet on any day if we count the numbers of words they speak in a day it would be equivalent to 20 people combined (strictly from age 6-14).
Everyone must have talked to or are friends with or must have seen from a distance these obnoxious, non-stop talker’s who every second of their life is uttering or probably thinking of saying something or anything just gulping something out as if they think there words means wisdom to us.
But I tell you what I observed from motormouths is that they are always chasing the spotlight in some way or the other. They are always pushing hard to say their side of story that unknowingly they start ignoring what others are saying. But I tell you, most of the people you know aren’t really interested in your stories and you are the only one who takes yourself seriously.
And I have only one suggestion for motormouths: “SEEK RESPECT NOT ATTENTION”. A ‘Quiet’ kind of a confidence communicates the best and the most. Insecure people usually talk the maximum.
I think remembering childhood days fills your heart with nostalgia; makes you realize how happy, simple time that was; refreshes your memory and ignite those usually idle nerve cells. It reminds you of the time you spent with friends and the time you spent doing nothing however at that time it was all beautiful, it was all magic. It still is but now those faces have changed, the purity has gone and we have become a little older.
When we were young we were little bits of everything, we were poets, dancers, writers, musicians, athlete’s but now I wonder growing up is the process of giving it up one by one. We lived in simple times and now it is just so confusing. Moreover it realizes how much great opportunity rests before us. I remember my teachers distinctively, each one of them having distinctive way of teaching, they were there when we arrived and they were there when we left, once in a while they taught us something, some of them believed in us and some of them just never took us seriously. Sometimes we laughed without reason and sometimes we cried. I might not remember the time and date but I do remember the joy and happiness we shared. Words might get lost but feelings remain intact. All in all the reason I remember all these things is to remind me that there is more to life than meets the eye.
Below is the video which is close to my heart from Steve Jobs and it resonates how looking back at your life gives you direction towards better future.
Stay hungry stay foolish
The universe is vast, colorful, dark and mysterious. The characteristics that can evoke feelings of awe with amazement and bewilderment. The universe makes us realize that we are the just a minuscule part of a vast unimagined space. Now I have spent many hours, aimlessly looking and observing stars and I am fascinated by the very idea of millions of galaxies, stars, and unidentified things however above all this science thing, the important part is when I look at the sky and see this vast space, It makes me realize that I am here for just a negligible amount of time compare to the life of the stars I am watching right now so why waste any time thinking about something bad happened in the past not that contemplation is wrong but don’t regret, grumbling over little things, feeling sad because some people don’t like you. These things are part of life, you can’t make everyone happy or like you, accept this and move on. once in a while lay back accept the situations in your life, answer your conscience and remember to look at the stars before you sleep.
I wrote these lines a while ago so I thought I better share them:
I sail through this universe
Across distant planets and skies
Where stars shine so bright
With beautiful crimson light
Coming through this dark black night,
I watched planets through my window
I lay on my back to enjoy the unknown
Strangely contented, pleased is all I experienced
Kind of strange feelings that I can’t explain.
It all comes to a single question how you want to live your life, how you want to see you getting old, how to you want to see yourself, how you want to feel about all the things you did and the things you wanted to do when you die. Once in every interval of months my conscience knocks on the doors of my reality asking the same question that every individual of my age must have answered or in future is bound to face it that is “is this the way you wanted to live” and no matter how I handle this question I always end up giving some inexplicable answers to my conscience not to satisfy it but delay it for some more months to come.
One thing I now know is that I will get nothing out of grumbling and sulking with and on my conscience instead I have a found a way to get some, but not all answers which are mixing in my brain. I am meeting some very intelligent people and listening to their ideology of life and all the things in between and I don’t know why but their answers to some very simple questions and their way of understanding and explaining everything is refreshing that is how it is somehow satisfying my conscience and bringing me more closer to the Story of my life
I know that I only have one life and I don’t not want to waste my life living someone else life, living in the shadow of some dogma, I want to know myself more in order to form a coherent reason as to why I do what I do and what could be done.