We are all stuck. Some of us are like the spider- spinning the web, finding the prey and surviving. Some are like the insect caught inexorably in the web- the prey- struggling to break free. The more the prey tries to break free, the more entangled it gets in the web.
The web is cast.
The predator and the prey are both an undeniable reality- both needed to sustain each other in the circle and the cycle of life.
The spider's web, comparatively speaking is stronger than steel ( (Yes! remember the Young's modulus you read in Class X? )
Can we escape that trap?
Web-cast !
Sometimes... Longings
Sometimes... life gets so tiring... One just wants to rest a while...
Sometimes... people one loves say hurtful things.... and one just has to smile...
Sometimes... people just clamp up... and one wants to draw them out-
But know not how.
Sometimes one just wants to feel a little understood and cared for...
and knows not where
Sometimes... the laughter hides tears and sometimes the tears just flow-uncontrolled.
Sometimes... the smile hides tremendous pain and it shows through anyhow.
Sometimes... just sometimes... even the brave feel faint hearted.
Sometimes... just sometimes... even the most positive souls need some holding up.
Sometimes...
Sometimes...
And it is okay!
It is Okay to feel sad as well as happy. It is fine to feel love and frustration.
It is fine to love and not be loved in return.
It is fine to go on... so long as one can find even an ounce of strength within to go on.
Sometimes- it is okay to just go on anyway!
ANYWAY
Sometimes... people one loves say hurtful things.... and one just has to smile...
Sometimes... people just clamp up... and one wants to draw them out-
But know not how.
Sometimes one just wants to feel a little understood and cared for...
and knows not where
Sometimes... the laughter hides tears and sometimes the tears just flow-uncontrolled.
Sometimes... the smile hides tremendous pain and it shows through anyhow.
Sometimes... just sometimes... even the brave feel faint hearted.
Sometimes... just sometimes... even the most positive souls need some holding up.
Sometimes...
Sometimes...
And it is okay!
It is Okay to feel sad as well as happy. It is fine to feel love and frustration.
It is fine to love and not be loved in return.
It is fine to go on... so long as one can find even an ounce of strength within to go on.
Sometimes- it is okay to just go on anyway!
ANYWAY
Noise...or peace?
The Alarm is shrill, and persistent. It does what it is supposed to! It makes sure you leave the bed and get on with the day.
You have been rudely woken up by an intrusive sound. It does not belong here by your bedside. What if it was not there? Would you be able to wake up in time for the children's school? For your own work? Or work-out? Would your system be refreshed and happy and contented at a good night's restful slumber and be ready to lumber up to the world?
When you do start a routine day on this loud and peace'less' note what is it that can bring peace into your life? Your day? You rush through the morning hours to fit into the morn a life time of activities. Bathing, brushing, breakfast, newspaper and the rush hour commute. Oh! The laundary. And the cooking.
The gentle morning awakenings are a dream like state that happened somewhere in a past life that no regression can reach. There is a faint awareness of a noiseless awakening that can lead to a peaceful day... but it is faint.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
The noise in the world outside threatens to invade every molecule of our existence. The angry motorist who honks because he wants the right of way from us is no better or worse off than the one who glares and shows his fist in a gesture of utter irritation early in the morning. Then there are those who believe that they are not on the road if they do not honk. So... even when there is nothing that needs to be blown out of their way, they simply SIT on their horn. They are themselves shattered souls in a noisy world and want to shatter any one who remotely connect with their existence. Even if it means blaring on a empty road.
What about those 'young' blood who give not a thought to spilling blood at the drop of the proverbial hat. They are listening to loud music that drowns out all else. They are not only listening themselves but also making sure that those on the road can critique their choice and they better be nice about it!
WHy is the world running and where is it running to?
Will we ever decide in favour of peace and silence?
Can we?
You have been rudely woken up by an intrusive sound. It does not belong here by your bedside. What if it was not there? Would you be able to wake up in time for the children's school? For your own work? Or work-out? Would your system be refreshed and happy and contented at a good night's restful slumber and be ready to lumber up to the world?
When you do start a routine day on this loud and peace'less' note what is it that can bring peace into your life? Your day? You rush through the morning hours to fit into the morn a life time of activities. Bathing, brushing, breakfast, newspaper and the rush hour commute. Oh! The laundary. And the cooking.
The gentle morning awakenings are a dream like state that happened somewhere in a past life that no regression can reach. There is a faint awareness of a noiseless awakening that can lead to a peaceful day... but it is faint.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
The noise in the world outside threatens to invade every molecule of our existence. The angry motorist who honks because he wants the right of way from us is no better or worse off than the one who glares and shows his fist in a gesture of utter irritation early in the morning. Then there are those who believe that they are not on the road if they do not honk. So... even when there is nothing that needs to be blown out of their way, they simply SIT on their horn. They are themselves shattered souls in a noisy world and want to shatter any one who remotely connect with their existence. Even if it means blaring on a empty road.
What about those 'young' blood who give not a thought to spilling blood at the drop of the proverbial hat. They are listening to loud music that drowns out all else. They are not only listening themselves but also making sure that those on the road can critique their choice and they better be nice about it!
WHy is the world running and where is it running to?
Will we ever decide in favour of peace and silence?
Can we?
Power of the Universe... HeMan!
Child is the father of man... the cliche` that has become almost torn and tattered in its overuse.
When a father falls down in a wrestling match with his son... it is the dad's idea much more than the child's strength.
You realise what it is like to have your heart ouotside your body only when you love someone more than you ever thought possible. It is felt most between parents and children. ... And childen will feel it only when they have their own kids!
A very famous author has admonished her children by saying that she prays that they have children like her children to realise what an ordeal parenting is!
This is one match you proudly lose EACH time... time after time...
My life... my love...
Life... happens.
Time passes...
Love... prevails...
We often fail to sit with people who matter to us most of all.
Quite like the light in the refrigerator! We find the refrigerator lit up from within when we open the door. We donot even give the light bulb a solitary thought... till... we find it gone! One never really misses a good thing till it is gone.
Sometimes it is good to just sit together and share a few moments of peace and be grateful for what we do have.
It is strange that people often are willing to invest an enormous amount of time, emotion and feeling, not to mention money, in trying to win over a person they THINK they love; and very little in keeping the ones they KNOW they love!
In order to have a peaceful life it is important to find our centre. It is equally important to acknowledge the sources of peace in our lives... our loved ones.
Live.
Love.
Share moments and eternity.
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