I am an individual. I have an identity which I very well like to maintain. Everyone has their own set of problems and their own set of dramas lined up in this funny journey called life.
On this journey, we get so engrossed pleasing others, taking care of others, earning money, power and fame that we forget to love ourselves. We tend to buy expensive clothing, perfumes, shoes to make others like us. To fit in the crowd, all the while forgetting to look at ourselves in the mirror and be proud of how far we have come. Half of us get degrees because our parents wanted us to, half of us do it to achieve a position of power, be rich, have a rich household. But what about taking some time off, being with yourself? Loving yourself?
In this race of life, we humans have forgotten to love ourselves. Look closely at ourselves to notice how much we have changed, how much we hate ourselves. We constantly try to fill the void which exists in our soul. What we need to do is take a break, look at ourself, spend time alone and love ourself. Tell yourself that you have come so far and you are doing good. Things will be fine and you are a good person. You are beautiful . We have stopped loving ourselves which in turn has made us this robotic being who is constantly running errands and jobs while forgetting to live. We need to usufruct this life and the outcomes of our achievements.
Take a break, pamper yourself, motivate yourself, love yourself!
There was a time when getting a “Good” written by your teacher would become the best day of your life.
There was a time when getting that extra hour to watch television before going to bed was like an achievement.
Those were the simpler times I must say. Look at us now!! We are a part of a race. We have lost the meaning of happiness. No one is satisfied, no one is content. We all want more and more. Better jobs, more money, bigger house, beautiful partner, fame, etc. When does it all stop??
Those simpler times, when after a long day at school , getting appreciated by your teacher , having an extra piece of cake at dinner, watching the TV would give us the feeling of pure content and a sound sleep. What has happened to us now?? Nothing is simple anymore. No one is at gratified anymore.
We have a tumultuous relationship with life now. It will never be simple again. But we should always try to find a loophole, and find the simple sweet things that give us a sense of satisfaction. Spending time with your loved ones, reading your favourite book and making people smile. Maybe these tiny acts counterpoise the rush hour life which we have now. Maybe these make things tiny bit simpler for our benefit.
When you travel , you make so many memories. Traveling to new places means learning new things, meeting new people.
According to me , another kind of traveling is when you travel for someone, to meet someone. When the journey seems really long as at the other end there is someone waiting. You travel for miles and miles yet you are anxious till you reach your destination. You don’t seem to care about anything else at that moment.
When a husband covers miles and miles just to be on time for his wife’s delivery. The journey is full of worry. When a father travels the entire night just to make sure he makes it in time for his child’s birthday. When a man drives for miles to meet someone special. The wait, checking the time a 1000 times. Its all different than just traveling on a normal day.
These things go unnoticed unless you really strain and think about it. Also you need a lot of free time to be thinking such things. But again, small things matter the most. So ponder over it my friends.
Dreaming of the unknown gives a feeling no one can understand. Building up an idea about that unknown and then dwelling upon it gives happiness to someone who finds happiness in the unknown. No one can tell why or how. It simply does.
Every writer is like God for people like me who have live to read. Since childhood, books were my best friends. They gave me inspirations, imagination and hope. I am sure they do the same for you all as well.
But did I want to be a writer since childhood? No. I just loved reading. I would get lost in the fictional world and wouldn’t want to return. But as I started growing up, I found that penning down my feelings were easier than speaking out loud. I was greatly inspired by J K Rowling. Harry potter has been my life since I was eleven. And since then, I have dreamt of being a writer.
It has been my dream that I write and write. That people read my books. They connect with my books, my words. The kids take my name and buy my books. It’s not about money, it’s about the feeing which I had about my favourite authors which I want for myself . I want to inspire others. I want to touch other’s souls and lives, like I was touched by So many great authors like J K Rowling, Enid Blyton, Margaret Mitchell, and so many others.
I go everywhere ,
I stumble and fall.
Still it’s your door ,
Where I last call.
My journey is not easy ,
There are mistakes which I make.
Yet it’s your door ,
Where the welcome is not fake.
I do not realise ,
That your door is my destination.
I can go wherever I decide ,
But your door invites me in without hesitation.
In life , we do not realise that there are some people to whom we always turn to at the end. We know deep down that no matter what happens , we can go back to them and knock on their doors and they will be there to take us in. Someone whom we can say , ” your door is my last destination”