Life... is not
easy and feathery. Something to realise is that there is always a shadow behind
the light. Like they have said, ‘All that glitters is not gold’.
We wake up each
day with the pre-meditated confidence that all is going to be well. Each of our
moves through the hours are full of assurances and beliefs that we shall get
the better of the challenges that are going to slap those approaching hours.
We, from time to time, forget that we live in a period of uncertainty and
probability apart from the very verity that life itself as a whole is hazy.
There are ups and downs, there is good that happens to everyone, which is
passed off, without feeling too thankful to that divine force. The real thing
is when bad times hit, living through each moment seems like a mountain to
conquer... Like swimming through those rough deep waters. And only the person
swimming through those waters knows how tough the tide is and how deep the
waters are. But all seems rosy to the outside world, when the person sports a
smile, a smile, that covers that dark regret and shadowy soul. But the soul is
wounded.
But it is the mind that is everything. What I become, is how I train my mind. But is it that easy in those tricky times?
I have my maternal uncle, who so far I have seen is the most spirited man and I appreciate the way he handles everything. There is always some ease when he is around, irrespective of how harsh the cold winds are around. The amount of security felt is tremendous.
Very few people convert their weakness into strengths. Like someone said, ‘When you climb a mountain, it’s not the mountain you have conquered, but it is your own mind that you have’. And this weakness seems impossible till it’s done and got over with. Till then the hurdle seems just unrecoverable.
Life to me, suddenly seems like a river, I have no choice but to flow with it. The swifter the wave, I need to drift along... with the want to meet the banks, but if I did, I would not move on. My flow would be arrested, which again is something I don’t wish to. So I learn that it is about moving with a focus. Focus should not be so intense that all the energy is squandered nor focus should be slack that it would break away.
Fighting time is the most complex battle... instead circumstances would seem lighter if Time is made to assist and straighten out Life’s knottiest circumstances.
But it is the mind that is everything. What I become, is how I train my mind. But is it that easy in those tricky times?
I have my maternal uncle, who so far I have seen is the most spirited man and I appreciate the way he handles everything. There is always some ease when he is around, irrespective of how harsh the cold winds are around. The amount of security felt is tremendous.
Very few people convert their weakness into strengths. Like someone said, ‘When you climb a mountain, it’s not the mountain you have conquered, but it is your own mind that you have’. And this weakness seems impossible till it’s done and got over with. Till then the hurdle seems just unrecoverable.
Life to me, suddenly seems like a river, I have no choice but to flow with it. The swifter the wave, I need to drift along... with the want to meet the banks, but if I did, I would not move on. My flow would be arrested, which again is something I don’t wish to. So I learn that it is about moving with a focus. Focus should not be so intense that all the energy is squandered nor focus should be slack that it would break away.
Fighting time is the most complex battle... instead circumstances would seem lighter if Time is made to assist and straighten out Life’s knottiest circumstances.
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