It’s been a while I have met my friends. It’s been a while I have chosen to take a drive for myself. It’s been a while I have gone on a vacation. It’s been a while I have witnessed, recognized and admired the people I love, the people who are always there for me and the people I somehow started to take for granted and
it’s been a while I have met myself.
If I had read the above words somewhere, I would have told myself that yeah sure, I know the gesture these words are trying to make and that I certainly do not do that. But it’s been a while that I have told myself the truth.
We all very often come across a legacy someone genius minded graphic designer left us over the internet. It’s a picture comparing a straight line and a curvy line stating the difference between the ideal and actual road to success. Viewing that picture some, including me, remark that oh yeah we already do that. It’s been a while I have caught me lying to myself like that.
Our primitive evolution probably had a lot to do with the physique for the purpose of their mere existence. When apes and Homo-Sapiens would have lived together, body language, expressions, acts of kindness and aggressions might have been the key parameters of survival. They must have left us the heritage as well. When I see the luster of success on a face, I tend to tell myself the sweet lie that people achieve success, fame, power, calm and satisfaction with just a pinch of luck.
When a person aims higher, a spell gets enacted out of nowhere, takes his hand and guides him through the journey of success, fame and glory. And the luster of the appearance, acting, makeup and appearance of the being makes me completely forget about the legacy an anonymous legend has left us. We have buried the philosophy under the mountain of Scientology but the rules are absolute, nature doesn’t change, light doesn’t vary its speed and principles do not bend themselves.
Walked toward an end- dead
Laid down, rested his head
Told not to get up
Neither for water, nor for bread
Without the spice, goes that taste
Ran to manage that hasty haste
When bliss is a ‘satisfaction’ from ‘now’
Its ‘now’, he shouldn’t waste
It’s when the hunger of life grew
When he stopped his soul to chew
When he said, “It’s for him this time”
It was then he decided to start anew
Day’s about to end but still it’s Christmas
Exclaims Santa it’s not him whom I miss
I told him he’d understand, I knew
I wanted to see what this Christmas brought new
Santa when heard this, laughed at me
I got surprised a little just as was he
All Christmas brings is but a present brand new
The joyous days of an entire year is the present for you
Now you take this present and live the whole year
May the old demons of the dark don’t come near
Make a vow with your power so bright
To everyone around you, you’ll bring happiness and delight
A joyous entire year is what Christmas brought
Days full of cheer is what I got
Having received my present I said to Santa Claus
We’ll meet the same day next year, with a bigger round of applause
The story starts with some aspirations and dreams that one sets for a lifetime. At times life seems too small for all the things to be accomplished, for all the journeys to adopt, for all the milestones to be achieved and for all the battles to be won. A person keeps on spending his days and nights in pursuit of a better tomorrow. Every time when you have a chance to enjoy a joyous moment, you sacrifice it because you’re indulge into something urgent.
When I was a kid, our class teacher told us a story about a man who wants to climb up the highest mountain when he sees up from the valley. He tells himself that he’d have nothing more to accomplish if he reaches the top of this mountain. When he gets there, he sees another mountain, higher than the previous and it feels that there is nothing more to accomplish after this one. On reaching the top of this higher mountain, he finds that there is a top even higher than this one and he sets his journey for that one and the process goes on.
Today after all these years, I find myself trying to reach the top of a mountain which is higher than the one I just reached out. It appears that I am not going to end this journey, rather this journey is going to consume me till the end. It appears that happiness is not about reaching your destined place, happiness is about enjoying the journey to reach there. Happiness doesn’t lie in perfection rather happiness lies in the process of making things perfect. Happiness doesn’t come to you when you stand with the people who are already happy, rather happiness is what you feel when you try to get someone out of sorrow to make him happy. Happiness is all about letting go what you couldn’t achieve and focus on what you can have.
You’ll feel happy the moment you defeat your regrets, start to admire your present, set yourself free of the conflict of capability and incapability, break the rules of a never ending competition and finally start living.