It’s a great big world out there. 7 billion people. 510 million square kilometres. 8.7 million species of flora and fauna.
Natural wonders, like the Angel Falls, the Norwegian fjords, the Northern Lights and the Amazon rainforest.
Feats of engineering, like the Burj Khalifa, the Eiffel Tower, the Great Pyramids and the Taj Mahal.
Yet here we are. Living and breathing the dust and pollution in a metro of the South. The daily grind having made us robots with flesh and bone. Where is the adventurer? Why is he buried so deep within?
Unleash him. For he be a wandering spirit. A soul seeker. A life giver. He shall take us to places we ought to lay our eyes on. He shall carry us to utopia and back. He shall change our very cores.
Unleash him. Just for a short span. Unleash him, and be rewarded. With such an elixir, that life will not be about the grind anymore. It will be passion. Goodwill. Strength. Hope. Happiness. Peace.
Let the forests bewitch you. Let the rivers enchant you. Let the vast rolling fields calm you.
It’s a great big world out there. Let it see you as an untamed spirit. As a colourful soul. As a human being. Let it see you be alive.
He opens his eyes
A long day ahead lies
Of strife and tire
For people to admire.
He toils for hours
Through hurdles he powers
With anger and stress
In fear of regress.
He drives many miles
A face devoid of smiles
In thoughts and feelings
Of the month-end dealings.
He waits for his paycheck
A lifestyle in a wreck
Months and years of abuse
For fancy pairs of shoes.
“What do you want in life?”
“Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”
“What do you want to achieve?”
“What is your goal?”
Silly questions encountered far too often.
Of course, one has to prepare oneself for the future, but that doesn’t necessarily warrant having a ‘goal’ or a final point one must reach.
I don’t have a goal; doesn’t mean I’m aimless. I shall continue to do whatever I like doing. I’m in control of my life.
Whatever happened to YOLO and living in the present?
Ever wanted a break from yourself?
Be someone else but still be you, but devoid of the baggage you bear?
The baggage you carry is part of who you are and it made you to be who you are.
So if you’re without your baggage, you can’t be you.
Wear your cuts and bruises with the bravery of a soldier, the grace of an athlete and the beauty of a ballet dancer.
For, without them, the word ‘you’ denotes but mere space. Where your identity used to be.
It is a question a lot of people, including yourself, ask you. What do you say?
Your name. Where you’re from. What you’ve studied. Where you work. And so on.
While this might suffice as an answer to the average nature of said question, none of it is explanatory of your core identity. I.e., your roots- who you are.
Seldom, for short moments of time, you feel like you belong. To the people around you. To the place where you are. To the world. To yourself.
It has nothing to do with where you are from, what religion you follow or what your parents do. It is much more abstract than that. Much less explainable.
It is when you are in touch with your roots.
It is when you are you.
When you are truly fulfilled in every sense.
I am but a wandering nomad
Travelling from corner to corner
Of this hallowed Earth
Much trodden upon
In seeking contentment.
I am but a clueless soul
Skipping from dream to dream
Of the expansive mind
Much thoughts thought
In searching truth.
I am but a lost being
Stammering from phrase to phrase
Of this oft-used tongue
Much words spoken
In finding meaning.
Having been a jack
But never a master
I be ready and steady
To not run further
To stay and be;
Till I find a haven
A place of welcome
Unto where I shall bask
In glory and power
“Time heals” I was told.
No it doesn’t. It may provide temporary distractions. But it will never have you forget what you loved and lost.
Maybe you’re not meant to. Maybe you’re supposed to remember.
After all, memories of them are what you have left.
Painful, aren’t they?
Just wake me up when it’s all over.
They say God is almighty. They say God is all powerful. They say he runs the universe.
I say God is a figment of belief. As are several other things.
These things exist for you simply because you believe in them.
If you believe in God, there is God. If you believe in karma, there is Karma. If you believe in love, there is love.
You are the giver. The enabler. It is your belief that lets entities arise.
In essence, you are God. And that’s why things go wrong sometimes.