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!
I start my day and the first thing that pops up in my mind – How will it be at office today? Will I get to spend some time with just myself from the schedule or I’d scour the day looking at a black and green screen?
Which one holds more meaning? What is it that I seek in a day that makes it worthwhile? Should I round-up a couple of gangsters and hand them over to cops? Social service – Naaahhh! Whatever they do, it’s their business. I alone can’t make this world a better place but I’ll do whatever I can using my PC. They will pay for their deeds sometime in this life – Karma, remember?
So what do I do? I spend so much time against a screen that I’ve got to find my meaning right here, on this screen. But how do I trigger that sequence that leads me to my purpose everyday?
A friend once asked me – “How did you come to know that you wanted to write? How did you get this wake up call all of a sudden? You never talked about it, said a word about blogging and how did blogging ever make way into your routine?”.
I looked at him blankly and we kept trudging. I’ve since then analyzed my days and activities and come up with the following summary –
My PC gives me all the kicks during the day. It’s my sole connect to the planet. A planet filled with pictures, music, news, and things that build and improve my perception towards life.
So what gives “meaning” to my day? Writing a great piece of code, learn something new in technology, a great blog post, a deep thought, a well narrated story, a beautiful song, heart warming comments from my readers, or a beautiful kiss from my wife. Yes, that’s my answer.
These are things that plant a smile on my face for the rest of the day. My possession. I’m possessed and obsessed by these. These are what make my life what it is now. They are my source of daily inspiration. To keep working hard, trying harder and enjoying success the hardest.
I would never give up on them, will you? What are your possessions?
The quote above is fine. Just remove the part where it says it’s Karma.
I have a feeling that someone at WordPress is getting really bored of what he does there and thus, we get such ruined topics to write about. Hello Hello! Wakey Wakey! You want some coffee. I can make one for you. I’m pretty decent at it.
Anyways now that we do have the topic, let me just say that I started believing in consequences during my college and I never knew it then. And it all started with how the lines on my palms started changing with all the hard work I put in then. I know there is science behind it but I genuinely started believing in consequences. For all your actions, you change the way air flows around you, you manipulate the invisible energy force to either positive or negative depending on the type of your deeds, good or bad. That’s how people start to see you, feel you and believe you.
All that you put in will reap you rewards further in your life. You know who will benefit the most if karma really existed? The good people. The ones who believe in doing good and being good. The ones to lose the most will be Politicians. Damned liars, all of them.
If I had to change something in my life if karma really existed, I’d say – “FUCK IT”! I don’t give a shit to it as long as I’m good to everyone for I won’t have to worry about the consequences anymore. I can’t think about it every time I do something. Let me just concentrate on making it the best. I can then enjoy my ride better than worry about how the destination would look like. Yes, I won’t change a single thing.