In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Journey.”
The time of hope and persistence, honesty and dread, karma and belief, brought with it a surreal series of change. Break it down – the time into fragments, for each is as magnificent in its own right, a bag full of teachings, shining brightly upon my path. That path and where it leads, I know not.
The all-knowing, all giving power that rises within us in times of desperation – is like lights beside the runway to guide not just the stable but more so, the unstable planes. Nothing teaches us more about ourselves than such times of desperation. I learnt a lot.
Yes I was scared. Yes I was confused. Yes the pain in the heart was ever bearing and the brain, paralysed. Yet every stone that hurt me, only powered me, to go that much further. To look for my destiny. To smile at the sight of the end of the earth and sky, that horizon, which I knew would someday be mine.
Desperation when used properly is possibly the greatest tool we can own. Enough of it makes us fearless, uncaring. It shows us the true strength of our character. It gives us clarity on the decisions we make. It guides us to that juncture where we either rise or fall. It stretches us beyond our limits to possibly achieve the unthinkable, or get us ever closer to that “Eureka” moment.
The simplest formulae to tapping and reaping from even the rough times is to say to yourself – “these trying times are another bundle of opportunities”. And believe in it. Keep repeating it to yourself and condition yourself to just do the right thing, the humane thing. There are a million wolves waiting for your shivering carcass to show through your thinning skin but don’t care, don’t bother. I met my long cherished goal after walking on a daunting and humiliating path that forever shamed my self-respect and yet I rose and came through.
It doesn’t shame me now, to proclaim that I went through the mud to reach that Lotus and the effort I put into it. To have got my hands dirty in a coal mine to get to that Diamond. Life seems so complete now and how I wish it would last forever the same way with no further hiccups but then, that wouldn’t be fun, will it?
Bring it on!
A belief is a strange concept isn’t it? And today’s prompt brings me to an even pivotal question – what do you believe in?
In all the unkindness of life, the only gift I’ve received is a belief in myself. People ask me – “What’s it that pushes you to the write everyday? What’s it that those invisible people give you?”.
My reply is simple – “What, in all your glorious presence, have you ever given me?”.
These answers were hard to come by. I’d rather have withstood the harsh words and satire, sipped on the bitter pills, and slouched into my bed. Not now. I now see hope. I now see acceptance. I now see feedback. I now feel a renewed energy and motivation, not to just run through my days like a dead bat and in the process gain, learn, acknowledge, and foremost converse.
It’s not just an empty drum aimlessly rolling in a desert. This drum is now ploughing its own road. Before I sleep every night, I now make mental notes of the numbers on my blog, the direction in which it is headed and its true purpose. I live in it. The world outside is slowly dying a painful death while the world inside now has little leaves popping out. Clear, green, fresh, and satiating the hunger of a burnt heart.
The boat of hope in my heart is finally afloat!
I awake to the haze of this world, I see hope instilled in a dream, just like everyday.
I take to that same old rocky road, I see routine, I smile, just like everyday.
I see people, leaving their prints on the road, cursing and hopeless, just like everyday.
I look up, the sun shines on my sunglasses, I feel warmth, just like everyday.
I look at my office, I see challenge, I clench my fist, just like everyday.
I see the evening sun, a round orange and crimson of cool, I soak, just like everyday.
I come home, greeted by an eager companion, wagging his tail, just like everyday.
I meet you, the incredible invisible yet believable people, chasing a million other dreams, just like everyday.
I hold the dream of a better tomorrow close to my heart, unseen to others, silently burdened, just like everyday.
The night dawns upon me, webbed bloodshot eyes, sleep is distant, just like everyday.
I leave today everyday, writing the yesterday into my legacy, awaiting tomorrow, just like everyday.
I live in today, just like everyday!
Lets see what people have left in their lives –
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- I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
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- Dear John: a fictional letter | ALIEN AURA’S BlOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
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- when love appeared in a yellow brick road | kaleidoscope sparks of defiance
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- Heartbreak | Flowers and Breezes
- COLORS AT THE CROSSROAD | SERENDIPITY
- Leaving Pittsburgh
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- I Give Up | The Zombies Ate My Brains
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- Remember where you came from… | Rima Hassan
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- Leaving on a Jet Plane . . . | meanderedwanderings
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- if you leave | klstar2000
- iQuit |
- Let it go: Leaving so that I may stand in my own shadow « psychologistmimi
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- Leave it All Behind | Knowledge Addiction
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- If I Leave Detroit | A Blog of One’s Own
- I’ve abandoned it all | See it. Shoot it. Scrap it.
- Daily Prompt: If You Leave | Basically Beyond Basic
As this night blankets the face of this earth, the grainy lights illuminating the contours, I see a path glorified by a fence of wait – lengthy horrifying wait for the inevitable. I’m dying with wishes forsaken and goals unfulfilled. It’s a long path to traverse with no end in sight and I have started feeling the agony in my heart and pain in my bruised feet for my body has dragged the weight of bag full of dissatisfaction, responsibility and betrayal.
Is there any way I can learn to choose the rose and not the prick? Is there any way I can learn to keep myself happy and yet satisfy others?
Why do we live? Are we to fulfill another one of our responsibilities or more correctly put, obligations towards the beings of this existent earth who brought us in it? Is it the sole purpose of life? Aren’t we supposed to enjoy and bask in its glory to spread the joy and happiness and to tell everyone how satisfied are we with our lives?
We live. We live for hope. For hope is the guiding light for us. Hope of leading a satisfied, happy life. Hope to enjoy all the earthly pleasures. Hope that things will get better. For we are dead the day we lose hope. Hope is definitely one of the constituents of the core of our life. Hope to touch, to feel, to absorb, to evolve. Hope that everyday will only bring news full of stories of courage and happiness. Hope can be our sole shining light in the darkness.
It takes nothing to have hope except having a positive image of yourself and the world in your eyes, to think that someone somewhere out there will always be a savior in body or soul to get us through our difficult times, that the world isn’t all bad and some good exists yet.