Somethings change everything, and that something could be a message, or rather just a message tone. A sound that makes your heart beat faster or a sound that could make it skip a beat.
A text that you’ve been waiting for, from a very long time or a something you wished you never received. It could be really good news and you could go from all low to super hyped or it could be bad news and it kills you from the inside.
But the worst messages are the ones that you cannot share. A message from someone important that got you thinking or a confidential message or a blackmailer. Or a message that someone told you to keep as a secret. Or it could be something that could potentially harm your image.
A message from your ex, years after you broke up after you had forgotten everything and were finally moving on in your life and this one text ruins everything you built over time. Your ego, your pride, your fight with depression, your thousands of unreal conversations you had with them in your mind and everything you had in years.
In this electronically connected world where everyone says we have lost touch with the real souls and are connected with our phones and share a stronger bond with devices, I don’t think they are wrong. A message tone on the phone makes our heart beat faster, but it is not a random message but a message you had been waiting for.
And sometimes your heart starts beating faster even before you look at your screen, you know who just texted you, you know it is not anyone else but them. So, is it the bond with the phone or it’s just that deep inside you know, what just happened?
In the “electronically connected world” are texts keeping the souls connected?
Why do birds come home every night? If I were a bird, I would fly everywhere. Then why don’t you?
We all have something, something we have been planning on doing from a very long time. Something we wish we were able to do right now or something we have been saving to do tomorrow. We have our goals and dreams and we have been stalling them forever.
Why don’t you just give in to it, once and for all? Save up for it and fly away the way you wish you had, or the way you wish to do tomorrow. The responsibilities are holding you back, there is just something turning up every time you wish to fly, you cannot afford it? Well, if you actually wanted to do it, you would have done it by now and even you know it.
It is just there, like a photo on a wall. Something inspired you to put it up there and it kept you motivated for some time and now it is just something you are used to seeing everytime you walk by the wall.
Be the bird that you wanted to be, have what it takes to fly and just take off. The first time the bird tries to fly, it actually doesn’t know what it is about to do, it just hopes off a cliff, if it doesn’t then it is pushed off and it learns to fly on its way down.
Just jump off, and you will end up flying. If you don’t you will die, but it is still better than thinking about it every single day and dying a little inside.
You don’t fly with wings, you fly with hope.
I haven’t met you in a while, I haven’t heard from you in a while, I haven’t had a glimpse of you in a while, and right now I’m just afraid that you have ceased to exist.
I don’t have a way to contact you and I just wish it was as simple as just picking up the phone and talking to you like it used to be. Just picking up the phone listen to you through the night and you keeping me up until 4 just because you are afraid of the under-bed monsters.
Those dark circles, that wry smile, and the tears, I wish they have gone by now and if you are not doing great, I just wish you are okay with where you are right now.
I’m not okay with not meeting you, I’m not okay with not being close to you like we used to be, and I’m not okay if you don’t come to meet me, just to cry, maybe? But besides that, I’m doing great I’m the best that I’ve been in years and guess what? Well, I’ll tell you when I finally meet you.
Just get in touch okay? Text, comment, DM, call, whatever you do, I’m okay with it, just let me know that you are okay.
Something a lot of you had been waiting for from probably the past 3 years. But finally here is a hint. You are going to get to read a lot more of me really soon.
It is something different from what I have been doing from the past 3 years, but you will love what is coming your way. Well, I, for the first time after a very long time just love what I wrote and people who read it or I talked to about it, love it too. I won’t say it is out of the world awesome and get your hopes high, it’s not wrong to say it’s mediocre, but well you are going to love it and I know.
Well, I won’t say what it is, because well, I can’t say it yet, but I will do it really really soon. Until then stay silent. Don’t tell anyone I told you this, just between the two of us, like our little secret, okay? Let me…
“Work in the dark, to serve the light.” – Ezio Auditore da Firenze
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P.S. Writing this from a new Keyboard, it is lit, and I’m loving it so far.
Another day that went by,
Another day yet to die,
On the couches, we just lay,
Just sleeping through another day.
And then I see my workload,
And it gives me collywobbles.
But then it would just die out,
I’ll lie down again, for I’m stout.
Look outside, it raining heavy,
No one works when the weather’s so merry,
And then I would look at my kitchen,
The mess gives me collywobbles.
But who needs to cook when you can just order,
Call for the same dishes and play the recorder,
I’m not going to talk to a stranger, geez,
But then who would order for the extra cheese?
I think about it and I smell cheese,
The fragrance gives me collywobbles.
I’ll just have chips and lie down here,
And procrastinate even though deadline’s near,
Oh dear, the deadline’s near,
Well, let’s just wish I disappear,
I would have worked day in-and-out,
But not procrastinating, give me collywobbles.
Stabbed to death.
A few years back, I thought of running, and I knew where I was going and I was about to start running but I realized I did not know how to run. So, I walked back in learned how to run and then I took a few steps and was exhausted, what? So, I walked back in, I knew it was a long run, and studied about I need the stamina to run, so I need to build that first.
It has been a few hours since, I’ve been trying to build up my stamina and now that I walked back out, I saw my goal only further away. I won’t make it with what stamina I have, I know. I didn’t try, but I just know. The real missions are anyways always tougher than the sandbox, now aren’t they?
So I walked back in, built a little more stamina and then saw my goal again, it was further away. So, I just know I won’t make it, so was there even a point in trying? No right? So, I just walked back in and practiced a little more and this continued endlessly.
Tired, frustrate, irritated, hopeless, I walked back in. It was evening anyway, I cannot run now. I knew I was not going to make it to my goal, so I called my dream from under the bed, that I had in the morning. Walked into the kitchen with it and STABBED it.
Until I lost the count.
I stabbed and stabbed it until I saw no movements, no resistance, no breaths. It was dead. What’s the point of keeping liars around anyway?
Isn’t this something we do with our lives? We have dreams and goals and ambitions, you want to start a company, you want to be a pilot, a blogger, a novelist maybe? But you just know that you cannot run a company or you cannot pen down a few thousand words.
Did you even try? Try writing the first chapter, the first page or just the first paragraph. Write it down. Just get your startup idea penned down, at least move the bricks around if you can’t make an igloo.
We dream and we go and sit back where we were. We read about things we want to do, learn from people around us , and then we take a step towards it and see, oh there are too many startups now, there are many websites now I won’t make it. There are too many words I don’t know the meaning too.
Then when you finally have prepared again, and now you think you could make a run next time, you are too old. You are already in your late 40s and you have responsibilities, you cannot leave your job or do double shifts. So, you’ll do it a few years later when you don’t have responsibilities anymore.
Well, just murder the thought already. That thought lies! Doesn’t deserve to live anyway.
Do you believe in superheroes?
Like any kind of superheroes? The ones you see in movies, or the ones you saw as a child on the TV, or the ones you go to see every once in a while in churches and temples, or just the idea that someone is looking up on you and that everything is going to be fine?
Well, you do or you don’t, the superheroes don’t really care.
Have you ever thought why anything bad happens when everything is going to be fine in the end and there are superheroes protecting you all the time? Well, it was a lie.
Nothing bad happens because you were punished or it was some super spirit teaching you a lesson. Something bad happens because you were at the wrong place at the wrong time or you just made a stupid mistake and then you paid for it, or you paid for someone else’s mistake.
Believing that it happened because it was in your destiny or someone planned it, is aligned with the human nature of putting the blame on someone else, avoiding the guilt. Well, that’s not how it really works. There is no one looking down at you. If you do that only to get motivation and hope, you are cool, expect no miracles. The world is not a wish-granting factory. Surprise.
Nothing is true.
We need to realize that we are the only ones responsible for what happens with us, to us and because of us. We are the architects of our own actions and we are our own superheroes.
Start working today, start believing in your own self, learn from the past, learn from people, and work towards the future and work towards who you want to be.
Why am I the Flash?
Well, I finish all my articles even before anyone reads them. I’m the fastest man on this website. *dabs*
No one is going to come to your funeral and say,
“This man, he had a great couch!”
Seriously, no one is going to come and do that. All they are going to say is the how good a person you were. The better you were the longer their speeches would be. And you are not worth the effort, all they are going to say is, “There isn’t much to say, everyone knows the person he was.”
Not everyone in your friend list is going to come to your funeral. You don’t have a lot of friends, you know a lot of people. People who need you and you need them to exist sanely in this insane world. Believing you have a million followers and you have turned your life around, then just think, with how many of them can you speak your heart out? None, I believe.
And the people that count, people that are going to speak at your funeral, let’s try to make their speeches longer and let them talk their hearts out, one last time, and let them say things that they couldn’t when you were there. Fighting with the people around you, loud yelling, shouting over petty things, backfiring, unfinished arguments, are somethings that you don’t want to leave behind.
Answering back every time is not always right, sometimes not responding is the best response. Life is about the memories you make and about the people you’ve sat with overnight and talked about your deepest fears with.
Your life is not the things you collected over the years, nor it is the people you’ve met once and never seen their faces again.
So don’t make your life about it.
Statues, deities, Gods and Goddesses, art, museum, legends, kings, knights, rulers, saints, VIPs, you, me.
The world lives in a Fastlane, there is no stopping, there is no slowing down, there are no breaks and there are no exits on the Fastlane. Everyone is just running as fast as they could trying to reach somewhere before the day runs out, before the gas in the car runs out.
And in the run we have made ourselves so overwhelmed with work and have made it a habit to turn a deaf ear to someone who needs help, to someone who is calling for you, to someone who wants you to slow down or is slowing you down, or to someone who wants you to exit the Fastlane.
We have been so involved in running and making ourselves sturdy for the run, that even though we have no awards, there are no stone sculptures of you and me, we are the stone sculptures, you, me. So, it does seem to fit in the list now, doesn’t it?
We are heartbroken, we are depressed, we fake smiles, and still stay strong like the stone sculptures we are. And we have all been running the rat race on the Fastlane for years now, and none of us have actually ever won. Not first, not second, not third, we are just running. What’s your position? I’m in the race, somewhere, somewhere in the middle.
And what are we running for when there doesn’t seem to be a finish line? When no one is winning, everyone is just somewhere in the middle? A few steps ahead today and a few back tomorrow. Why do we in the run every single day, like a prisoner set free and still seem to be imprisoned by the run?
What are we running for? Freedom or bondage? Are we running to make a day or are we running from the day? Why are we confused even though the paths seem to be clear to each one of us?
What do we really want? What does the stone really seek? Freedom from everything and running wide into the openness of the universe. Or having someone to take care of you, someone you can rely on, someone you can come back to at the end of the day.
Nothing like Freedom,
Nothing like running back into your Lover’s Arms.
The stone fears answers, because the stone doesn’t know why does it even run, and the day it comes to know, the run would lose it’s worth and so would the stone’s life.
We don’t always keep moving ahead, we don’t always have everything planned months and years ahead. Sometime, somewhere, you are going to get stuck.
The problem, however, huge it might seem at the moment, it could have a really small solution or it could be something so big that you are going to be second-guessing yourself.
It might something as little as changing the color of your advertisement banner that drives in more people to your restaurant or it might be as big as showing the door to your chief chef or changing your decade-old cheese supplier, probably only to find a better one. For change does not always cause a problem, at least never as much as we think it would, for most of the part, it is for the better.
But knowing what to change, or rather just knowing that you need to change is not quite evident and knowing someone who would tell you exactly what you need to do is nothing less than a miracle.
But what would you do when you don’t know what you are supposed to do and don’t know where you are headed next.
Well sometimes, when you need advice, talk to yourself. For sometimes, the best advice you get, is from yourself.
Only you are responsible for what happens in your life. So, you could be the one that changes your life, by just doing something that you always felt you should. So just go ahead, and talk to yourself.