!!! Trapped In Life !!!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
The Art of Living >>> The Art of Letting Go
Why do we have to part while the love is still there? Why do we have to suffer? Why do we have to cry when somebody bids goodbye? Why do beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end?
There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.
In a relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is as hard as breaking a crystal because you'll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go, feel not the pain of parting: it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was.
At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that's the way love goes. That's the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us knowing how, without us even knowing why. And we must forget not because we have to but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in battalion. It seems that everywhere you go,
everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always reminds you of him or her. It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine there are billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other.
I don't know if it's worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkled with a considerable
space and time. Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all love stories end with "...and they live happily ever after."
Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains. Every beginning has its end like every dawn has its dusk. It's something we can't control, something we had to live up.
It's over.But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't always mean forever. There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled. Somewhere, Somehow, Someday.
There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.
In a relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is as hard as breaking a crystal because you'll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go, feel not the pain of parting: it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was.
At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that's the way love goes. That's the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us knowing how, without us even knowing why. And we must forget not because we have to but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in battalion. It seems that everywhere you go,
everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always reminds you of him or her. It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine there are billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other.
I don't know if it's worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkled with a considerable
space and time. Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all love stories end with "...and they live happily ever after."
Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains. Every beginning has its end like every dawn has its dusk. It's something we can't control, something we had to live up.
It's over.But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't always mean forever. There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled. Somewhere, Somehow, Someday.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
I Wish.....
Well on any other normal day i would have come up with a big list,but today i just have one wish.Yes only one.I wish mom was here with me right now. I stay in Nagpur and its been an year without her.Gosh i am dying to see her. Although i talk to her every 2-3 days ,its just not the same as having to see her smiling beside you.I probably have never been so vocal about my love to her,and i guess i will never be. Somehow its very difficult to say "i love you" to your parent...(or is it just me !?!) The words just don't come out. Anyway here it goes...Mom i love you,for every thing you are and for what i am today.You mean the world to me.Somehow i had taken you for granted and never really gave so much thought to your presence in my life. I know you probably will never read this,but it just gives me a lot of satisfaction to have said it out,to have written it down somewhere.Love you mom,and i miss you.
Contemplation
Life is a series of changes… Some fast and furious – felling all in a single sweep; and others that come along so slowly and gradually that you don’t even notice until you've adapted yourself to them. So when I got tagged by someone (a long time ago!) to come up with three things that I cannot live without, I had to really think about it.
I felt it was impossible to live without the first bicycle my parents gave me when I was in 2nd grade(a small plastic bicycle) until my mum decided it was too mouldy (I still say "Was not!") and sold it away. When I was fifteen and got hooked wid a girl , I thought it would be impossible for life to go on without her, and so I hoped for the best for the next five years until we broke off. …At 21 years old, more aware of myself than ever before as a man who has the power to essay any role I choose, I thought hard…
Here are the three things that I wouldn’t be able to live without…
Starts with Identity…
It’s in my body.
It’s in my soul.
It’s in my favourite colour.
It’s in my favourite animal.
It’s what I wear.
It’s what I paint.
It’s what I write.
It's the people who raised me.
It’s the kind of house I grew up in.
It’s in the education I’ve been given and the lessons I've learnt.
It’s in the fights I pick and the arguments I make.
It’s the opinions I cultivate and thoughts I speak out loud.
It’s in my truths and in my lies.
It’s my dreams and my nightmares.
It’s what I destroy.
It’s what I create.
It’s my evolution with every passing second.
Without my identity I would be nobody. It’s is what makes me who I am…
Followed by Belief…
That the spark inside of me cannot be measured in carats.
That no one can make me feel bad about myself unless I let them.
That knowledge eradicates the boundaries I build around myself.
That what goes around comes around.
That honesty is the only way to enlightenment.
That the gift of forgiveness - given or received - sets me free.
That I should think the best of people until proven otherwise.
That the sun shines behind all the clouds.
That my family will love me no matter what I do.
That I will deliver on all the promises that I make.
That I will never compromise on my ideals.
People will remember how well I rose after I fell… Belief is what gives me the strength to rise.
And Finally Happiness…
In the smell of a freshly baked chicken.
In learning how to ride a bicycle for the first time.
In climbing trees.
In chasing butterflies.
In dancing in the rain.
In getting into a snowfight.
In reading The FountainHead though I have memorized it
In singing at the top of my lungs in the shower even though I know I don’t have the voice.
When my favourite song comes on the radio.
When I finish wid ma last peg of Antiquity Blue on the rocks.
From being able to laugh at myself.
That comes from serving food at a table surrounded by my family.
Every time I hug my dad.
Every time I argue with my mom.
When I look at old pictures of my dear kiddo sister.
When I think of the girl of my dreams and how she has shaped me in reality.
That comes from feeling my girl's eyelashes fluttering against my cheek.
That comes from listening to HardRock whem I am high.
They say "Aim high. Shoot low." I try to be happy about the small things – and then the things just fall into place.
I felt it was impossible to live without the first bicycle my parents gave me when I was in 2nd grade(a small plastic bicycle) until my mum decided it was too mouldy (I still say "Was not!") and sold it away. When I was fifteen and got hooked wid a girl , I thought it would be impossible for life to go on without her, and so I hoped for the best for the next five years until we broke off. …At 21 years old, more aware of myself than ever before as a man who has the power to essay any role I choose, I thought hard…
Here are the three things that I wouldn’t be able to live without…
Starts with Identity…
It’s in my body.
It’s in my soul.
It’s in my favourite colour.
It’s in my favourite animal.
It’s what I wear.
It’s what I paint.
It’s what I write.
It's the people who raised me.
It’s the kind of house I grew up in.
It’s in the education I’ve been given and the lessons I've learnt.
It’s in the fights I pick and the arguments I make.
It’s the opinions I cultivate and thoughts I speak out loud.
It’s in my truths and in my lies.
It’s my dreams and my nightmares.
It’s what I destroy.
It’s what I create.
It’s my evolution with every passing second.
Without my identity I would be nobody. It’s is what makes me who I am…
Followed by Belief…
That the spark inside of me cannot be measured in carats.
That no one can make me feel bad about myself unless I let them.
That knowledge eradicates the boundaries I build around myself.
That what goes around comes around.
That honesty is the only way to enlightenment.
That the gift of forgiveness - given or received - sets me free.
That I should think the best of people until proven otherwise.
That the sun shines behind all the clouds.
That my family will love me no matter what I do.
That I will deliver on all the promises that I make.
That I will never compromise on my ideals.
People will remember how well I rose after I fell… Belief is what gives me the strength to rise.
And Finally Happiness…
In the smell of a freshly baked chicken.
In learning how to ride a bicycle for the first time.
In climbing trees.
In chasing butterflies.
In dancing in the rain.
In getting into a snowfight.
In reading The FountainHead though I have memorized it
In singing at the top of my lungs in the shower even though I know I don’t have the voice.
When my favourite song comes on the radio.
When I finish wid ma last peg of Antiquity Blue on the rocks.
From being able to laugh at myself.
That comes from serving food at a table surrounded by my family.
Every time I hug my dad.
Every time I argue with my mom.
When I look at old pictures of my dear kiddo sister.
When I think of the girl of my dreams and how she has shaped me in reality.
That comes from feeling my girl's eyelashes fluttering against my cheek.
That comes from listening to HardRock whem I am high.
They say "Aim high. Shoot low." I try to be happy about the small things – and then the things just fall into place.
