Most of us go through life seeking validation. Alas, we never do find it. For one man’s truth is bound to be another man’s dream, and yet another’s lie.
- Varnika Kundu
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Happy Valentines' AseemBhai :)
I’ve been thinking.
Yes AseemBhai, It IS amazing the results a little speculation can bring about.
To state the obvious, I was lying in bed, wondering why a simple change of date brings about such major changes in people’s behaviour. In other words, I was trying to figure out why Valentines’ Day always makes me feel unpleasant, except of course the couple where I actually DID have a Valentine.
Well, one thing led to another, and I ended up with my copy of AseemBhai’s book in my hand.
AseemBhai was all of 23. Yet, he achieved in his run here, more than most people achieve in many lifetimes, put together. He was, IS, truly great.
As far back as I can remember, I never had any role-models, or idols. My only idol, ever, was my dad. Till a time not very long ago, I firmly believed that my dad had the answers to EVERYTHING. Then, I grew up. And a few years, and not-so-few hoaxes later, I realised, with a hint of disappointment, that my father, also, is human. Fortunately, I was mature enough to realise that, in no way does that fact change who my father is. True, he might not be as well-informed as Google, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s one of the very, very few people who command my respect.
Anyway, coming back to the point. A couple of years ago, I was introduced to AseemBhai by my best friend. By introduced, I don’t mean literally. That, unfortunately, didn’t happen till much later. However, I knew enough about him to know that I had found another idol. For a long, long time, all I had was the idea of him to hang onto. And then, I finally got to know him. Perhaps not as well as I’d have liked to, but well enough to know that he truly deserved every bit of the admiration and respect I had for him.
It is here, that I recognise the inadequacy of words in describing how I feel. Surprisingly, today isn’t the first time that is happening.
In the last few weeks, I’ve often wondered if I even deserve this. By ‘this’, I do not mean what you think. And I choose not to explain. I, however, decided that I do. And hope I’m right.
I wish I’d had more time. I really do. My view of the world has recently been turned upside down, and I’ve begun to question the very facts I’ve taken for granted since I was a kid. It’s now at the point where I have completely stopped believing in the impossibility, of anything. There is, however, one thing that I’m sure of. There can, and will, never be another AseemBhai. And I don’t only mean for me. I mean ever.
Sure, he was human too. He had his faults, we all do. I’m even told that there are people who weren’t fond of him. I don’t find that hard to believe. In fact, I’m glad of it.
AseemBhai had an intensity about him. Intensity will always shake people up, and they will either like it, or they won’t.
If I had to describe AseemBhai, I couldn’t. One of the reasons being that I didn’t know him well enough (I don’t regret that, for regretting will serve no purpose other than to make me unhappy). The other reason, yet again, is the fact that words, more than often prove to be an inadequate expression of the feelings, and situations of utmost importance. I can, however, make an attempt at describing what AseemBhai was to me.
He was he elder brother I never had.
He was one of my closest friends. It is true, that I didn’t know him very well, or very long. Yet, I knew I could count on him, and his support, and his precious advice. My relationship with him is the reason I have finally started to understand how very little time has to do with the importance of the people in your life. No amount of efforts, or time, can ever make or break a relationship that is meant to be.
A few years ago, when AseemBhai (apparently) had no idea who I was, Andy and I tried to play a prank on him. I added him to my Yahoo messenger list and messaged him, on the pretext of being a random chick. I still chuckle at the thought of the 2 little idiots (Andy & I) grinning, and being audacious enough to think that they could outwit AseemBhai. WHAT were we thinking? Anyway, we did learn a valuable lesson – you don’t mess with a genius. Period.
There are very, very few texts that I allow the privilege of influencing me. AseemBhai’s blog, now, tops the list. It’s amazing how I always find exactly what I’m looking for in there.
I’d been wanting to do this for a while now, and I’m glad it finally happened.
I DO miss him. It is perhaps a little selfish, but now more than ever. Even though I’m pretty sure he was utterly bored of hearing me whine over and over again. :-p
AseemBhai always knew the right thing to say. Without fail.
It was always the same thing. Yet, it made perfect sense every time.
‘Relax. God is in charge.’
Now, I can relax, knowing I have contacts up there.
Take care, AseemBhai.
p.s. you should know, you're the only one i'm wishing this year. Part of this silly 'principles' thing I have going :-p
Yes AseemBhai, It IS amazing the results a little speculation can bring about.
To state the obvious, I was lying in bed, wondering why a simple change of date brings about such major changes in people’s behaviour. In other words, I was trying to figure out why Valentines’ Day always makes me feel unpleasant, except of course the couple where I actually DID have a Valentine.
Well, one thing led to another, and I ended up with my copy of AseemBhai’s book in my hand.
AseemBhai was all of 23. Yet, he achieved in his run here, more than most people achieve in many lifetimes, put together. He was, IS, truly great.
As far back as I can remember, I never had any role-models, or idols. My only idol, ever, was my dad. Till a time not very long ago, I firmly believed that my dad had the answers to EVERYTHING. Then, I grew up. And a few years, and not-so-few hoaxes later, I realised, with a hint of disappointment, that my father, also, is human. Fortunately, I was mature enough to realise that, in no way does that fact change who my father is. True, he might not be as well-informed as Google, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s one of the very, very few people who command my respect.
Anyway, coming back to the point. A couple of years ago, I was introduced to AseemBhai by my best friend. By introduced, I don’t mean literally. That, unfortunately, didn’t happen till much later. However, I knew enough about him to know that I had found another idol. For a long, long time, all I had was the idea of him to hang onto. And then, I finally got to know him. Perhaps not as well as I’d have liked to, but well enough to know that he truly deserved every bit of the admiration and respect I had for him.
It is here, that I recognise the inadequacy of words in describing how I feel. Surprisingly, today isn’t the first time that is happening.
In the last few weeks, I’ve often wondered if I even deserve this. By ‘this’, I do not mean what you think. And I choose not to explain. I, however, decided that I do. And hope I’m right.
I wish I’d had more time. I really do. My view of the world has recently been turned upside down, and I’ve begun to question the very facts I’ve taken for granted since I was a kid. It’s now at the point where I have completely stopped believing in the impossibility, of anything. There is, however, one thing that I’m sure of. There can, and will, never be another AseemBhai. And I don’t only mean for me. I mean ever.
Sure, he was human too. He had his faults, we all do. I’m even told that there are people who weren’t fond of him. I don’t find that hard to believe. In fact, I’m glad of it.
AseemBhai had an intensity about him. Intensity will always shake people up, and they will either like it, or they won’t.
If I had to describe AseemBhai, I couldn’t. One of the reasons being that I didn’t know him well enough (I don’t regret that, for regretting will serve no purpose other than to make me unhappy). The other reason, yet again, is the fact that words, more than often prove to be an inadequate expression of the feelings, and situations of utmost importance. I can, however, make an attempt at describing what AseemBhai was to me.
He was he elder brother I never had.
He was one of my closest friends. It is true, that I didn’t know him very well, or very long. Yet, I knew I could count on him, and his support, and his precious advice. My relationship with him is the reason I have finally started to understand how very little time has to do with the importance of the people in your life. No amount of efforts, or time, can ever make or break a relationship that is meant to be.
A few years ago, when AseemBhai (apparently) had no idea who I was, Andy and I tried to play a prank on him. I added him to my Yahoo messenger list and messaged him, on the pretext of being a random chick. I still chuckle at the thought of the 2 little idiots (Andy & I) grinning, and being audacious enough to think that they could outwit AseemBhai. WHAT were we thinking? Anyway, we did learn a valuable lesson – you don’t mess with a genius. Period.
There are very, very few texts that I allow the privilege of influencing me. AseemBhai’s blog, now, tops the list. It’s amazing how I always find exactly what I’m looking for in there.
I’d been wanting to do this for a while now, and I’m glad it finally happened.
I DO miss him. It is perhaps a little selfish, but now more than ever. Even though I’m pretty sure he was utterly bored of hearing me whine over and over again. :-p
AseemBhai always knew the right thing to say. Without fail.
It was always the same thing. Yet, it made perfect sense every time.
‘Relax. God is in charge.’
Now, I can relax, knowing I have contacts up there.
Take care, AseemBhai.
p.s. you should know, you're the only one i'm wishing this year. Part of this silly 'principles' thing I have going :-p
Friday, February 13, 2009
Fool in love.....
Love.....
Fools in love, they say.
I agree.
Those in love, are never smart.
Those who are smart, are never in love.
The calculations, the shrewdness, the strategies that render people ‘smart’, are not of love, or from love.
Hence, they cannot understand love. It seems nothing more than a farce, nothing less than a trade.
Love hits when you least expect it to. It hits hard.
It is at this precise moment, that all your knowledge, your genius, your planning, goes up in smoke.
It’s not a force to be reckoned with. It’s there, and it’s there to stay.
Fools in love, they say. Simple, honest, innocent, foolish.
They trust, even when it hurts, they continue to trust. They trust, and stop not, until they drive you to be worthy of it.
They give, and rest not, until you receive willingly.
They love, and they tire not. Ever.
Fools in love, they say.
Proud to be one.
p.s. post title, courtesy Inara George's song - Fools in love :)
Fools in love, they say.
I agree.
Those in love, are never smart.
Those who are smart, are never in love.
The calculations, the shrewdness, the strategies that render people ‘smart’, are not of love, or from love.
Hence, they cannot understand love. It seems nothing more than a farce, nothing less than a trade.
Love hits when you least expect it to. It hits hard.
It is at this precise moment, that all your knowledge, your genius, your planning, goes up in smoke.
It’s not a force to be reckoned with. It’s there, and it’s there to stay.
Fools in love, they say. Simple, honest, innocent, foolish.
They trust, even when it hurts, they continue to trust. They trust, and stop not, until they drive you to be worthy of it.
They give, and rest not, until you receive willingly.
They love, and they tire not. Ever.
Fools in love, they say.
Proud to be one.
p.s. post title, courtesy Inara George's song - Fools in love :)
Ha... Look where I finally landed up......
I'm tired....
I'm EXHAUSTED......
There's really nothing more left for me to do....
I wish SOMEONE would understand..........
Oh they all DO understand, either this side, or that....
I come from somewhere in between........
But, NOW, I'm tired.....
After EVERYTHING that's happened.....
Nothing was good enough......
I have nothing more left to give......
I shall now proceed outside, and enjoy the lightly falling snow. :)
or...
Whatever.
I'm EXHAUSTED......
There's really nothing more left for me to do....
I wish SOMEONE would understand..........
Oh they all DO understand, either this side, or that....
I come from somewhere in between........
But, NOW, I'm tired.....
After EVERYTHING that's happened.....
Nothing was good enough......
I have nothing more left to give......
I shall now proceed outside, and enjoy the lightly falling snow. :)
or...
Whatever.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
In a blue funk......
So many decisions waiting to be made.
Some already made, perhaps only to be revoked.
Some shall, perhaps, never be made.
A life changing event is waiting to happen – good or bad? I shan’t know, till I know.
I can feel the spring in the air today.
Hang out with myself an awful lot. Fear going insane.
Fear fear.
Fear that I might have made a decision that isn’t mine to rectify anymore.
Fear feeling helpless, and not being able to do anything about it.
Fear having to let go of all I’ve worked towards.
Waiting is possibly the most painful part of transitions.
I can do nothing but.
Doing the right thing, this time, hurts. Yet, it feels right.
All I can do, is feel.
This too, shall pass.
Some already made, perhaps only to be revoked.
Some shall, perhaps, never be made.
A life changing event is waiting to happen – good or bad? I shan’t know, till I know.
I can feel the spring in the air today.
Hang out with myself an awful lot. Fear going insane.
Fear fear.
Fear that I might have made a decision that isn’t mine to rectify anymore.
Fear feeling helpless, and not being able to do anything about it.
Fear having to let go of all I’ve worked towards.
Waiting is possibly the most painful part of transitions.
I can do nothing but.
Doing the right thing, this time, hurts. Yet, it feels right.
All I can do, is feel.
This too, shall pass.
??
If you had but one day to live, and you were asked to choose one person to spend it with, apart from your family.....
Who would YOU choose???
Worth a thought,
Innit? :)
Who would YOU choose???
Worth a thought,
Innit? :)
Monday, February 9, 2009
The End of the World........
I spoke in one of my earlier posts, about the inherent shallowness that is devouring our generation. I’d like to rephrase that, to the inherent shallowness that is devouring the WORLD, along with all its creative genius, and values.
Here you have to bear in mind, of course, that I’m talking of values, not morals. Morals are defined in the dictionary as “Of or concerned with the judgment of the goodness or badness of human action and character”. In simple words, morals are society’s way of making sure that humans do exactly as they are expected, no less, and DEFINITELY no more. Morals, are the laws that were created centuries ago, to regulate basic human nature. Since we were kids, we’ve been ‘disciplined’, and taught ‘self-control’. Stealing is bad, honesty is good. I’ve been asking myself this question for a while now – WHO decides what’s good or bad?? WHO decided how humans would behave in the coming 1000s of years? And WHY was that person given the right to decide this?
The meaning of Values, however, is more than often confused with that of morals. A Value is ‘a collection of guiding, usually positive principles; what one deems to be correct and desirable in life, especially regarding personal conduct.’ Essentially, a value has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with morals. Of course, any normal law-abiding human being would have you believe otherwise. Morals are taught, whereas values, are caught. (:-p how corny am i!)
If I refuse to live my life by ‘social ethics’, I would be accused of rebelling. And they say that like it’s a bad thing!!! Now, I’m sitting with my dictionary open here ( :-p) so let’s see what a rebel is defined as – ‘someone who exhibits great independence in thought and action’ or ‘break with established customs’. I fail to see what’s wrong with that? Even though I’m anti-commercialization, is independent thought not the SOLE reason for ANY of the great inventions, EVER???
Do you realise that Edison, Einstein, Mozart, Buddha, Shakespeare, Henry Ford, Columbus, and ALL the other great people who have EVER lived, have been ‘REBELS’???
That’s the PRECISE reason, that Ms-word recognises their names, but underlines YOURS with red ink!!!!!
As I see the world now, however, there are neither any great values, nor morals. The entire race is stuck in limbo. Inspiration hangs THICK in the air. All those years of greatness have trickled down, only to be ingrained into every child born around the world. If I were to let go of history, and all hope for the future, there is really nothing remarkable happening. Of course, we have all the technology and the developments and the money, but I believe it just to be an excuse to avoid having to make the effort to actually go deep into humanity. There is no dearth of intelligence, or creativity, or effort, or genius, but WHERE is the depth???
WHY do you think shrinks earn so much? Not because the world has more ‘problems’, noooo. It’s purely, and solely because people have been avoiding themselves for so long, that it is perhaps, now genetic. The blindness that has been badgered into people over the millenniums, has now become a part of our inheritance.
I read a long time ago, of a research that was conducted, where a book was placed on a sheet of glass, such that it seemed like the book was floating in air. When a 6-7 (or close) month baby was brought in front of the table, his expression changed, to one of shock, at why the book wasn’t falling like it was supposed to. Some people would take this to be a proof of the fact that gravity is but natural, hence, a part of our hereditary knowledge.
I, however, take it to be an inkling of the innate cynicism that humans now possess. There was a time, when kids believed in magic, and in being able to fly, and pixies, and gnomes, and the enchanted tree. Now, the kids are ‘smart’ and ‘aware’ and their ‘G.K.’ is great. Nobody believes in magic anymore. We all know, they’re just tricks, illusions, ‘sleight of hand’. Does that not make you awfully sad?
Adults don’t believe in love, let alone eternal love. To quote Grey’s anatomy – the guy who coined the phrase ‘happily ever after’, should have his ass kicked, so hard! Books have been replaced by the internet, or the Xbox, or the TV. Enid Blyton’s books were banned from countries, accusing her of racism!!!!! I’ve never read Alice in Wonderland!!!!!
I would normally end such a piece with the hackneyed phrase – “what is the world coming to?” (Would you believe, before today, I thought a hackneyed carriage, was a kind of a carriage?? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!) Today, however, I shall answer that very question, as an extension of the streak of (perhaps delusional) optimism that has engulfed me these past few days......
The world, as we know it, is coming to an end. Our race has wandered almost as far away from their true selves, as is possible, and very soon, are going to come back right to their very roots. Not the roots of civilization, for civilization is just a means of distraction from our true selves. Rather, the roots of humanity – the fundamental essence of our souls. Take the world right now, as a timebomb, if you please. There’s little time left on the clock now, and very soon, it’s going to explode, wiping out the world, restoring to us, our roots.
By soon, I don’t mean in a month, or a year, or maybe even a century. I don’t know that, I’m no psychic, or Nostradamus. All I say here, Is what I feel. And I feel, that soon, things shall change. We shall have depth once more, and we shall have unsurpassable creativity, and unimaginable feats shall be accomplished.
Soon.
Here you have to bear in mind, of course, that I’m talking of values, not morals. Morals are defined in the dictionary as “Of or concerned with the judgment of the goodness or badness of human action and character”. In simple words, morals are society’s way of making sure that humans do exactly as they are expected, no less, and DEFINITELY no more. Morals, are the laws that were created centuries ago, to regulate basic human nature. Since we were kids, we’ve been ‘disciplined’, and taught ‘self-control’. Stealing is bad, honesty is good. I’ve been asking myself this question for a while now – WHO decides what’s good or bad?? WHO decided how humans would behave in the coming 1000s of years? And WHY was that person given the right to decide this?
The meaning of Values, however, is more than often confused with that of morals. A Value is ‘a collection of guiding, usually positive principles; what one deems to be correct and desirable in life, especially regarding personal conduct.’ Essentially, a value has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with morals. Of course, any normal law-abiding human being would have you believe otherwise. Morals are taught, whereas values, are caught. (:-p how corny am i!)
If I refuse to live my life by ‘social ethics’, I would be accused of rebelling. And they say that like it’s a bad thing!!! Now, I’m sitting with my dictionary open here ( :-p) so let’s see what a rebel is defined as – ‘someone who exhibits great independence in thought and action’ or ‘break with established customs’. I fail to see what’s wrong with that? Even though I’m anti-commercialization, is independent thought not the SOLE reason for ANY of the great inventions, EVER???
Do you realise that Edison, Einstein, Mozart, Buddha, Shakespeare, Henry Ford, Columbus, and ALL the other great people who have EVER lived, have been ‘REBELS’???
That’s the PRECISE reason, that Ms-word recognises their names, but underlines YOURS with red ink!!!!!
As I see the world now, however, there are neither any great values, nor morals. The entire race is stuck in limbo. Inspiration hangs THICK in the air. All those years of greatness have trickled down, only to be ingrained into every child born around the world. If I were to let go of history, and all hope for the future, there is really nothing remarkable happening. Of course, we have all the technology and the developments and the money, but I believe it just to be an excuse to avoid having to make the effort to actually go deep into humanity. There is no dearth of intelligence, or creativity, or effort, or genius, but WHERE is the depth???
WHY do you think shrinks earn so much? Not because the world has more ‘problems’, noooo. It’s purely, and solely because people have been avoiding themselves for so long, that it is perhaps, now genetic. The blindness that has been badgered into people over the millenniums, has now become a part of our inheritance.
I read a long time ago, of a research that was conducted, where a book was placed on a sheet of glass, such that it seemed like the book was floating in air. When a 6-7 (or close) month baby was brought in front of the table, his expression changed, to one of shock, at why the book wasn’t falling like it was supposed to. Some people would take this to be a proof of the fact that gravity is but natural, hence, a part of our hereditary knowledge.
I, however, take it to be an inkling of the innate cynicism that humans now possess. There was a time, when kids believed in magic, and in being able to fly, and pixies, and gnomes, and the enchanted tree. Now, the kids are ‘smart’ and ‘aware’ and their ‘G.K.’ is great. Nobody believes in magic anymore. We all know, they’re just tricks, illusions, ‘sleight of hand’. Does that not make you awfully sad?
Adults don’t believe in love, let alone eternal love. To quote Grey’s anatomy – the guy who coined the phrase ‘happily ever after’, should have his ass kicked, so hard! Books have been replaced by the internet, or the Xbox, or the TV. Enid Blyton’s books were banned from countries, accusing her of racism!!!!! I’ve never read Alice in Wonderland!!!!!
I would normally end such a piece with the hackneyed phrase – “what is the world coming to?” (Would you believe, before today, I thought a hackneyed carriage, was a kind of a carriage?? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!) Today, however, I shall answer that very question, as an extension of the streak of (perhaps delusional) optimism that has engulfed me these past few days......
The world, as we know it, is coming to an end. Our race has wandered almost as far away from their true selves, as is possible, and very soon, are going to come back right to their very roots. Not the roots of civilization, for civilization is just a means of distraction from our true selves. Rather, the roots of humanity – the fundamental essence of our souls. Take the world right now, as a timebomb, if you please. There’s little time left on the clock now, and very soon, it’s going to explode, wiping out the world, restoring to us, our roots.
By soon, I don’t mean in a month, or a year, or maybe even a century. I don’t know that, I’m no psychic, or Nostradamus. All I say here, Is what I feel. And I feel, that soon, things shall change. We shall have depth once more, and we shall have unsurpassable creativity, and unimaginable feats shall be accomplished.
Soon.
Do it anyway.....
People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may just never be enough;
Give the world the best you have anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it's all between you, and YOU;
It was never between you and them anyway.
(Kent Keith, with a minor modification of my own :) )
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may just never be enough;
Give the world the best you have anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it's all between you, and YOU;
It was never between you and them anyway.
(Kent Keith, with a minor modification of my own :) )
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The World is a Mirror........
You know how they always say, the world is a mirror?
Well, everyone’s pondered the meaning of the phrase, at one time or the other. We all know, ‘ Do unto others, as you would have others do unto you’ ( or whatever the exact phrase is :-p)
‘What goes around comes around.’
Since we were born we’ve had the concept of kindness, compassion, love, badgered into us. Be nice to your elders, to those who are younger, to the helpless, to the disabled, to the dogs, and the cows, and the monkeys, and the ENTIRE world. Did anyone ever tell you this – be nice to yourself? Treat yourself well? Don’t judge yourself. Don’t victimize yourself. Don’t hurt yourself, that’s what everyone ELSE is here for!!!!!!!
‘The world is a mirror.’ Look at it this way ;
If you smile, the mirror smiles. If you talk, the mirror talks. If you jump up and down in glee, well, the reflection follows.
Now imagine, you standing in front of the mirror, is you, in your life. The mirror, is a window through which the world sees you. The world, and/or the universe, follows you mindlessly, and does exactly as you do.
Now if you look into the window, posing as a person who has nothing, that’s what the world will reflect, and act upon. If you act as a loser, that’s what will be reciprocated. If you feel like a victim, the ENTIRE universe, will only follow.
The universe is a reflection of your feelings. As you feel, so shall it be. For further details on this, get a hold of The Secret (Book or Video, doesn’t matter. Although the video, I think, is more effective!)
I know, these ideas aren’t exactly original, but these words are. The ideas are already out there, I just provide the metaphors . And I’m proud , for they inspire me, and there’s not a lot of feelings better than writing something that inspires your own self!!!
Cheers!
p.s. Try not to victimise yourself. Like I said in yesterday’s post, you drive your own car. Take a nice long drive at night, with the top down, the perfect breeze through your hair, your favourite music playing, on your way to your favourite place :) your car is too dumb to be allowed to drive itself!!!
Well, everyone’s pondered the meaning of the phrase, at one time or the other. We all know, ‘ Do unto others, as you would have others do unto you’ ( or whatever the exact phrase is :-p)
‘What goes around comes around.’
Since we were born we’ve had the concept of kindness, compassion, love, badgered into us. Be nice to your elders, to those who are younger, to the helpless, to the disabled, to the dogs, and the cows, and the monkeys, and the ENTIRE world. Did anyone ever tell you this – be nice to yourself? Treat yourself well? Don’t judge yourself. Don’t victimize yourself. Don’t hurt yourself, that’s what everyone ELSE is here for!!!!!!!
‘The world is a mirror.’ Look at it this way ;
If you smile, the mirror smiles. If you talk, the mirror talks. If you jump up and down in glee, well, the reflection follows.
Now imagine, you standing in front of the mirror, is you, in your life. The mirror, is a window through which the world sees you. The world, and/or the universe, follows you mindlessly, and does exactly as you do.
Now if you look into the window, posing as a person who has nothing, that’s what the world will reflect, and act upon. If you act as a loser, that’s what will be reciprocated. If you feel like a victim, the ENTIRE universe, will only follow.
The universe is a reflection of your feelings. As you feel, so shall it be. For further details on this, get a hold of The Secret (Book or Video, doesn’t matter. Although the video, I think, is more effective!)
I know, these ideas aren’t exactly original, but these words are. The ideas are already out there, I just provide the metaphors . And I’m proud , for they inspire me, and there’s not a lot of feelings better than writing something that inspires your own self!!!
Cheers!
p.s. Try not to victimise yourself. Like I said in yesterday’s post, you drive your own car. Take a nice long drive at night, with the top down, the perfect breeze through your hair, your favourite music playing, on your way to your favourite place :) your car is too dumb to be allowed to drive itself!!!
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