Probing Our Psyche

imageIn my idiosyncrasy to write a blog, I shuffled a number of topics in my mind but could not stick to even one. What would give my blog a breakthrough?
Past? Present? Future? What should I discuss that would leave a long- lasting effect on the readers?
Just then I realised, Is it that important to be the best? Why could I not be less than the best and be buoyant about it?
ACCEPTANCE is what I need and what we all do. What and who brings melancholy in our lives ?
We invite it and our dissatisfaction is its cause. We all run towards a pie enriched with butter, sugar and eggs and ignore the rest. We are taught to appreciate the ones who come first and not discover the veiled talents of the ones who don’t.
If not for others, let it be for oneself. Before we learn to appreciate ourselves, we need to learn to accept ourselves. We say, no one’s perfect but what if we relinquish this belief for ourself?
We all are born with our own knacks and shortcomings but deluged with our inabilities,we fail to see our abilities. Life would be so less gawky if we could accept ourselves. I would not be petrified on the stage, not think twice before raising my hand in the class, not be afraid to meet new people, not question myself on whether they will like me, much more sanguine about myself, confident enough to showcase my talent and accept my limitations.
So why not ACCEPT ONESELF and take a step towards CHERISHING your ABILITIES and your even beautiful SHORTCOMINGS to celebrate this event called LIFE. Because Happiness is too valuable to be sidetracked for our unworthy insecurities.
So Let life happen to you. Let happiness hug you. Let go all the fears and straighten that ugly curve on your forehead and push it down to your cheeks.

A Letter To Myself

Rarely did I believe the fact, which I thought wasn’t one, that you meet a lot of amazing people in your life but only few stick by. Around the happy times, this year has given me a lot of unhappy chills. In pursuit of a dreamy life, I overlooked the fact that life is an adventurous roller coster ride
I have always believed that life surprises you everyday. Someday it lightens your eye and brightens your smile and another day it shucks it off. Everything comes uncalled but when the latter happens, its hard to bear. Something inside me doesn’t shuts up now. 

In my 19 years journey on this black-white planet, I have learnt a lot of things. Things to stick to heart, things to shed off, things to crave for, things to learn from, things to cry for and the list goes on. Each setback has taught me something worth keeping for. They have made me stronger, trust people less, expect less and invest less. Yes, I fear in investing my trust and emotions in people because no one except YOU bears the loss if that goes wrong.I have tried being strong. I have tried faking to myself that I can be strong but every time the truth breaks out, it takes away a piece of me with itself. 

When I turned 18, all I had was me with walls built too strong to be broken and believes too high to be turned down. One person painstaking to break every brick of that hard stoned wall to hold my hand didn’t affect me much. I was extremely resistant to his endearment initially and it took me really long to believe that people can be actually nice or trustworthy or lovely or caring. 

He made me walk through green fields and blue sky, under the rain holding the umbrella and dry clothes so that I don’t catch cold, in the sun’s scorching heat holding an ice cream for me and in all the roughs and smooths holding my trust in his eye. 

Suddenly I started believing that may be I can trust people again. I can lend them my heart and they will take care of it. I can shout upon them and they won’t mind. I can cry in front of them and they won’t judge. Most of all, I can be me and they wont refuse to accept.

No sooner I realised, the world is too cultivated to treat your heart, perceive your acts and cater to your expectations in the ways they find right. Finding one nice person and categorising the rest into his was a mistake I made. A mistake that I have made earlier and tumbled head over heels.

Expectation is like a flurry of air taking away with itself peace, contentment and togetherness. And I have always fallen prey to this cyclone of feelings never being able to rescue but just survive

I have always held the view that isolating your soul from the world is the best way to keep it unhurt and safe. Yes, people do care for me and they surely would try to put in their best efforts to not wound me intentionally. But even then, the one who bears the agony is me and I do not know how to detach oneself and stay raw. Since I know cocooning myself is no more an option, I ask , 

For How long can I keep myself protected or build walls around myself or fake that I am strong?

Forgiveness is the stratagem to let go the pain and free myself of the misery.Because mercy is the only path leading to purgation of my inner self

And this New Year, survival of an honest me flying in a transparent sky over all the dreary stars unmelted by their heat is the only resolution that I have.