Being old school is sometimes much more joyful than doing the latest things in the current period. Grandparents dropping the kids to school, taking them back home, playing with them are the things missed by the present generation. Fresh air rushing through your face when you are laughing and still having a little fear of falling down from the bicycle, but you still want to do it again and again; gives you more joy than anything.
Today when I was heading back from work, I saw a little boy from his school; perhaps he was in kindergarten I guess. His grandfather was taking him back from school in a bicycle. The traffic was moderate and they were comfortably going in the area of cars and buses. The reaction on the little boy’s face was very innocent and he was looking to his grandfather as he was happily cycling back.
The relationship between the little boy and grandfather shows the reality of life. Similarity of a little boy is the starting point of life and grandfather shows the end point of life. Both the phases are stated to be pure and innocent, more generous and humble to understand the purity of life.
Sometimes we feel that everything in our lives has come to a halt; that things might not be moving in the direction we thought they would and hence we are not sure of where to move to. Life is a balancing game. We must keep balance so that one thing does not overthrow another. And keeping the balance is really hard. In order to keep balance, sometimes all we need to do is to keep moving.
When it feels like we are not on the right track, just remember to keep moving. It does not matter where we are moving to as long as we do not stop. Eventually, things will start rolling again, and with a little bit of trust in the existence, we will see that things will start to come back around for us.
After all, we cannot get the things we want if we are not moving towards them. So just keep the head up, eyes on the road, with our goals in mind, and no matter how rocky the road is, we will eventually get there.
It’s difficult to experience existence without tumbling down now and again. We usually experience many of the little ones – the staggers – sometimes even on a daily or weekly basis. Be that as it may, from time to time we fall hard, as well. When we are amidst it all, it might appear to be sad and hopeless and too difficult to get through what’s happening to us. In any case, ask ourselves this: how frequently have we so far tumbled down and been able to get back up again?
The truth of the matter is: we are great at this. What’s more is that we learn so much from a fall. When we tumble down we see our life and the world through different eyes, with a different aspect. And that is the reason, when fallen, we realize who we truly are and where we stand – with the goal that in the long run, when we get back up, we will know precisely where to go or what to do next.
So don’t give up. Surrender to the way that things are what they are, and that they won’t remain the same until the end of time. The universe and we are in consistent development, steady extension and growth. Gain from every viewpoint and circumstance of our life and we will know a wealthier life for it.
Showed my scars
And asked for help.
He put on the gloves,
Called my enemy
Into the ring,
And trampled him.
Have you ever wished your life could be like a movie? The soft music in the background. Intense, when appropriate. Scripted words for each situation. Conflicts solved in under 2 hours. A fairy tale ending!
But life isn’t like that. It’s messy. We don’t have perfect reply. In fact there is nothing called as ‘happily ever after’. Movies and books make us want something that doesn’t exist.
Seize those moments that take our breath away. Those where soft music would be apt in the background. The ones we cherish in our hearts forever. Put those in special memory box inside. We all have one. But it has storage limit. Use it wisely 😉
It’s a simple choice. To hold on to bad memories or good. You can’t have both because bad will consume you and drown the good.
Cherish the moments and put them in your memory box. Don’t cover the space with bad memories for there will be no room for the good.
Take time to enjoy the sunset on the way or dance in the rain. Embrace each moment for life has no Ctrl+z!
The other day I was reading a quote, ‘Your life is made of two dates and a dash. Make the most of the dash’. And it got my attention!
Life is a struggle, neither comfortable nor safe; always moving a second towards death. No one will understand our journeys. We’re here to live our lives and not to make everyone understand.
We’re born and we die. What we do in the dash either echoes in eternity or will be forgotten the moment we die.
What we build, what we love,
What we’ve lived for,
And what we’re willing to die for!
Never settle for less than what we’re capable of, and regret in the end.
Unless we step out of the comfort zone; unless we step ourselves up for failure, we’ll never live life the way it’s meant to be lived.
We’ve one life. One chance.
Make the most of the dash and make it count!
As a child, many of us hated broken crayons. For a few, it was like death! We couldn’t stand to even look at the crayon. 😀
The same with people. People push people, who have troubles, away. We outcast them and make them seem inferior.
Being broken does not mean that we are useless. Break a crayon and it becomes perfect for sharing with another person. Being broken means that we have the capacity to color the world more beautifully than a rainbow. We must not see our broken life as pointless. Quite the contrary, in fact. Every broken piece of our life is a part of what makes each of us beautiful and meaningful.
The ugly things in life can be used to make something much better than you had before! Stop hiding your brokenness. Somebody needs it. Your brokenness is useful! Use those pieces to help someone else, to make something new, and to live a life that is even more spectacular than what you originally had planned. Broken pieces still color.
Let’s color this world in our own special ways because we’re broken. 😉