The Map of life

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Screenshot_2016-03-27-22-31-30_com.android.chrome_1459098115109And in life we all have these special moments i believe. Where they say life takes turns. I always wondered why they’re called turns, why is this journey of life always called a journey, and why is it always a lone trek?
Well it’s a simple logic, we are all born alone as a single embryo and we all die with only ourselves. The whole thing we have in between these two points, it’s already decided yet we can never plan a moment, that is destiny. It’s exactly like a map to an unsure destination. First,it would take time to figure it out , and then when we do that we still don’t know which direction to move in. Though the map gives us exact locations and precise view of the whole city it requires help and guidance to walk it. The kind we seek from strangers that we meet on the way or people who gave us a beginning. Some strangers walk with us to the turn as they head in the same direction. And then there are some turns where we get confused and look to the map again, and think we had been doing something wrong. We decide to take another route. We bid farewell to the strangers and leave. That changes our journey completely, it changes our unsure destination, it changes our way of looking at the map, it changes our way of seeking help, it changes our way of selecting the strangers for help, it can even change the way we take steps. That’s what happens in our special moments, we leave people, people leave us, we change our goals, we recreate our destinies, we change the way we look at life, we change the way we handle situations.
And there are many turns, some we take some we don’t. There are many moments some we learn from some we let go. It’s about the map basically and how you read it. But there’s a trick, we’re all born with a different map. It’s about the destined life and how we take it. ❤

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My unsuccessful attempt of describing what rain does to me

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It’s five in the morning and the only thing that could wake me up on this time on such wasteful days, only to feel the most refreshing breeze and watch the myth of a rising sun come true, and it’s the smell of the rain. ❤
I don’t know how there’s something mystical about these rainfalls, it makes you want to take a deep breath, there’s something about the sound, the fragrance or i don’t know the tiny droplets maybe, i really don’t know. No wonder so many stories, infinite poems and innumerable paragraphs have been written around them. I generally fall out of words when i come to describing this phenomena (like i generally run out of word anyways but it’s in a different context here). I don’t know rains just make me feel so good and so positive every single time, they make me think positive and they, manage to make me take a forward step in some or the other ‘good’ thing in my life. I do get why they talk so much about love when they talk about rains but i don’t understand why they romanticize it so much. The rains don’t make me feel like ‘oh my god i need someone in my life to love me’ even if i actually do, they make me love myself and cherish the fact that i still exist and i exist in this pretty world around me in this form and in this, ‘the most beautiful’ part of the world.
Okay it stopped pouring, but i still love the wind. It’s exactly the thing we describe with the word pleasant. It just pleases me so much. It makes me want to close my eyes and hold up my face and, as i said, enjoy my existence from within.

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I don’t know how or why but, this kind of weather just forces me to be true to myself, and it produces some of those thoughts that are too rare for an extrovert to have. Thoughts like, wishing to lay alone on the roof staring at the sky or thoughts of a world with much much less number of people and a private park or something like that or wishing to read a simple novel in the day light in the company of a cup of coffee or more of such ‘me and my simple life’ thoughts.
I just don’t know why does all this happen and just how? How can the precipitation of some condensed water in the sky lead to a shower of thoughts in my my cerebral cortex or whatever.
Like it doesn’t quite make sense does it? Like how can a magical bunch of clouds falling apart help me get my pieces together? How can a few droplets of water and a few cool winds change my world into a slow motion scene from the beginning of some movie?
Anyhow, what matters more is that they do make me feel so much better and they do fill me up with happy vibes (as i prefer calling them) just somehow.
As some people say, and as i believe, some questions are good only until answered. Some questions don’t require answers, they aren’t meant to have answers, they’re meant to lead us to the right ways and that’s it. That’s their purpose.

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And ya by the way, i’m probably making no sense at all but i will publish this anyways, to increase, my unsuccessful attempts of describing what rain does to me, in number.
Well, it’s more than an hour now and the sun has finally decided to make it’s appearance, so i think i would want to stop typing and leave my phone right here while i see the myth of a rising sun come true.
Good morning by the way.❤

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With love, Happiness ❤

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I am really creative. Like you might be good at stuff and use your imaginations to make paintings, dances, music, poems and amazing things like those. But i use imaginations to make friendships and laughter and love and a life. And just like your paintings enchant others, my love does it too.
It’s just that i am parasitic, and so people avoid me. I require space in your heart for survival, but i don’t take much of it’s space, i acquire the smallest corner at the bottom of it. But if i do that i need you to feed me, feed me with others’ smiles and some already existing love, some fresh air, some sweet words, a good health and that’s it. I will make all those problems in your lives into one of those humorous scenes from an amazing comedy. I am creative i told you. I would create all those things i told you i would. But then i’m parasitic and you’ll slowly, slower than your actual pace, die. But wouldn’t that be better? Because you’ll die anyways right?
I hope you understood me.

With love,
Happiness.❤

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Everything Counts

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I was going through my personal diaries yesterday. All those lose pages i had written when i was probably 5 or 7 n a few well maintained diaries from last five years. Going through all those years felt so beautiful. It was as if i was living them all over again. All those years all those people. I realized how much I’ve changed since then. The way i used to think, the priorities i had, the way i understood life. Everything has changed.
But as i was flipping through the pages i noticed something really weird. I could actually, physically see those changes and the reasons behind them.
All those incidents which seemed unimportant back then are actually somehow responsible for making me what i am. Every single thing i wrote and in fact everything i did not write have contributed to my personality in some or the other way.

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Every small bit, Every trivial situation, everything.
When people see me get to the core reasons behind every decision anyone makes. When they see me justifying every single action by every single person, they can’t see in me, a grandmother who told each and every story she knew with great detail about each character. They can’t listen that grandmother reciting the story in the most unprejudiced form and giving equal respect and importance to each character.

When they see me walking confidently through the school corridors, they can never make out how that best friend i met just a few years ago told me how important i was to her and built that up.
When they watch me paint a canvas with oil, they can’t  see my sister (who’s apparently not a painter) teach me how to draw a perfect circle without any tools.

They can’t see how this girl can laugh on simply anything, without any reason, just because her that guy in her class she had a crush on was as good as a joker.

They can’t read those novels and articles and the comprehension passages in the exam n all those games n encyclopedias i loved when they read my blogs n long paras.

They don’t see how when i was 5, i didn’t go to school once and then had to write like 6 pages (which sound a great deal to a 5 year old) and how i was afraid to write them, when they see me not being able to complete any of my home works.

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When they hear me talk about life and my understanding of it, they can’t see my dad and some of his friends discussing their life stories with each other.
When they tell me that i’m emotionally stable, they don’t know how i have an extremely sensitive friend who always trusted me and unraveled all her problems to me.

They can’t see that teacher in class 1 ask me questions about myself and my friends and hobbies, with the intentions to open me up when they tell me that i talk to much.

They don’t see that friend not talking anything about himself, letting it be a mystery when they see me learn how to be an individual.

Every eraser i lost, every slap I’ve had, every toy I’ve bought, every lie i ever said, every chocolate i stole, every hello I’ve ever said, every answer i gave, every question i asked, every attempt of mine to be creative, every song i listened to, every place I’ve been to, every holiday i took from school, every festival i ever celebrated, every strange thing on the road that i noticed, every news i watched, every deja vu of my life, every single moment i have lived in last 16 years 5 months and 23 days has made me what i am.

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Every single second of my journey counts. Each one.

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The circle of Connections

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path of lifeIt’s funny how we as human beings connect with other human beings.
It’s like we are born as individuals to a unique bunch of people already experienced in life, as if they were selected to help us out and guide us like a job trainee or something. And we develop our individuality. We begin to have an independent conscience, what we think remains to ourselves. Like it’s so strange how we become individuals through a process of connecting, isn’t it?

This is just the beginning. We grow up. We grow up making more and more connections. We meet strangers who’re living a totally different life and have a different set of connections yet we find something in them which allows our conscience to trust them. Something so strong about them, maybe positive vibes, maybe motivational powers, maybe their tone of talking, maybe their care, maybe the similarities we have with them or maybe the difference in outlook. Whatever it is, It turns that stranger into a friend. And now suddenly we have a connect with them. The bond, what we call it as, forms.
But as we know, nothing is constant, except change itself.
Those people change and simultaneously we undergo a transformation. With that sometimes, we lose the bonds, because that thing in them that we connected to or that thing in us that they connected to isn’t there anymore.
That’s how it is, that’s how we lose the connections but we can’t stay there right? Somewhere in the journey we forgot that we’re individuals and that that connect was meant to be temporary just as it was, it was meant to give us support while we walk to the turn, until we reach the point where we have to separate. It was meant to give us memories to laugh at and cry for and that’s what it did. The relationships gave us memories and with that they gave us life lessons and experiences which make us what we are, which actually brought the changes in us.
But we have to move on, with the path we chose, to reach our destinations. No wonder the journey is more beautiful but a journey is a journey only if we keep traveling. Only if we don’t stop and make the subway a destination.
Moving on isn’t as shallow as getting over something, it means we need to continue with our exploration, we have to continue with the wandering, with making new connections, with getting over the old ones, we have to continue with our journey of Life.

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And yet the circle of life, the circuit of connection goes on. During this journey all of us do find someone with whom we connect, just the way they themselves connect to their soul and thus changes in them don’t effect our bond with them at all. And that’s where we form a life long connection and then give birth to yet one more individual, one more human being who will go through the same circle in the same world of connections.
That’s why the circle of life and the circle of friendship and the circle of love and the circle of happiness and other things are all circles. They have no ends.
That’s how the world is round ;D
We just have to go on with these circles. But of course it’s still funny how we as human beings connect with other human beings.

 

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