'If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine; it is lethal.' --Paulo Coelho
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I am sitting again with the packed luggage. Ready to
leave. Leave behind what was with me for six months. To shift to a “better”
place.
I got a chance to have a moment with myself sitting
between the huge cartons.
“Will I again cry” I thought. And before I could
answer, I was in tears. I lost it.
Errgh! Another “attachment”…. additional
accumulation of miseries. Within my smart world getting smarter, I had once
again forgotten the previous lessons learnt.
Life never stops teaching you lessons. Irrespective of
whether or not you are prepared for any. And sometimes it is kind enough to send you polite reminders.
I learnt today.
There is no vacuum in life. If there is anything in this
world which is balanced, it is Life.
It never takes things away and leaves you stranded. If it does, it always
replaces with something else.
Irrespective of how good or bad or neutral you find it, it will
help you cope up with the new challenges ahead while retaining the nostalgia of
the previous struggle tickling your ribs.
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"The art of life is passing losses on." - Robert Frost.
ReplyDelete"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing." — Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5)
~Shakespeare
च्रोइबोतिच्रोइबोति “Charoibati…Charoiboti… (on and on just keep moving)
ReplyDeleteJust to go to and fro
Just to float with the flow
Just to laugh and cry out
In sunlight and in shade
Just to catch a glimpse
Just to feel a touch
Just to look back with tears
While going far away
Sailing forth with new doubts
Leaving behind false hopes
Limited is strength though limitless are desires,
Intense is effort but imperfect are results
Broken is the boat on which I sail the ocean
Emotion cries out, limited is expression
Incomplete be the acquaintance of hearts
Unfinished be the words, do convey them
With tremulous half-formed trust
Just to share a fraction of love.