I came here alone, and so shall I exit, just the same way, following my selfish sole path, chosen by me, but obviously judged by my peers.
When most of life's questions are answered, it feels like one has reached a stable mental state. However, my very silly brain thought that was a long lived phase, and was foolish enough to exclaim, " It feels good that life is finally calm". Who knew, that the very next minute, a whole new tornado would come, sweeping away all that I had finally managed to save after it's visit. Movies feel better than reality since they are limited to the screen,& if life were to become so dramatic today, most of us would feel suicidal at being called a 'star celeb'. As of today, simplicity seems to be the most beautiful thing in existence, the most pure and sweet way of going about all things big and small. Rather than beating about the bush, coming to the point seems to be a much better option.
We can run, and we may try to hide, but if we are being sought, not even by a multitude but a mere one man army, we shall be found. As a sudden turn of events may seem to challenge your strengths at the highest level of judgement, life just doesn't stop. We live in nothing, but a well scripted theatrical performance, directed by none other than our great Almighty. We are nothing but performers, expressing through ourselves, the moves defined by the higher puppeteer. So even as we smile, dance, cry, fall and hurt ourselves, we should not give up, not so soon at least, for the Puppeteer's story is a little different. The play is yet to be finished, and the characters must not give up hope so soon. Let us once again pause for a moment of a guiltless breath, and resume our acts as friends and lovers, or maybe just nothing. Since the show must go on, so must we. If we are being sought, let us be found, for we must have been 'lost' to begin with.
Was that how it all began? Was that what proved to be the triggering of a bullet shot so loud and hard, that it shattered almost everyone it touched? If so, then let's just be glad that we are still alive and not dead, we are still 'feeling' and can still skip a heartbeat if required & that we are still standing, even though it may seem we have surrendered. The skies may be filled with waving white flags, symbols of hopes and dreams being given up on, but my little guiding light is still shining, for trust me, the sky has not limited my soaring soul, not yet at least.
When most of life's questions are answered, it feels like one has reached a stable mental state. However, my very silly brain thought that was a long lived phase, and was foolish enough to exclaim, " It feels good that life is finally calm". Who knew, that the very next minute, a whole new tornado would come, sweeping away all that I had finally managed to save after it's visit. Movies feel better than reality since they are limited to the screen,& if life were to become so dramatic today, most of us would feel suicidal at being called a 'star celeb'. As of today, simplicity seems to be the most beautiful thing in existence, the most pure and sweet way of going about all things big and small. Rather than beating about the bush, coming to the point seems to be a much better option.
We can run, and we may try to hide, but if we are being sought, not even by a multitude but a mere one man army, we shall be found. As a sudden turn of events may seem to challenge your strengths at the highest level of judgement, life just doesn't stop. We live in nothing, but a well scripted theatrical performance, directed by none other than our great Almighty. We are nothing but performers, expressing through ourselves, the moves defined by the higher puppeteer. So even as we smile, dance, cry, fall and hurt ourselves, we should not give up, not so soon at least, for the Puppeteer's story is a little different. The play is yet to be finished, and the characters must not give up hope so soon. Let us once again pause for a moment of a guiltless breath, and resume our acts as friends and lovers, or maybe just nothing. Since the show must go on, so must we. If we are being sought, let us be found, for we must have been 'lost' to begin with.
Was that how it all began? Was that what proved to be the triggering of a bullet shot so loud and hard, that it shattered almost everyone it touched? If so, then let's just be glad that we are still alive and not dead, we are still 'feeling' and can still skip a heartbeat if required & that we are still standing, even though it may seem we have surrendered. The skies may be filled with waving white flags, symbols of hopes and dreams being given up on, but my little guiding light is still shining, for trust me, the sky has not limited my soaring soul, not yet at least.
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