The summer of 2014 is close. It's 5 a.m. and this quote updated by a person lot younger than yours truly welcomes the beckoning silence of the morning which doesn't last for long but just enough. The quote is as follows:
"The dream you are living is your creation. It is your perception of reality that you can change at any time. You have the power to create heaven and you have the power to create hell. Why not dream a different dream? "
A lifetime has passed by. An individual died and one is waiting to be born. But the question is, should the journey be continued or a new life lived with acceptance for the phoenix to rise from the ashes? Ah, the sorcery and trickery of words! Yes, it's true that some of my craziest dreams came true but so did fears. And then, I had enough time to reflect and observe on not just my life but the lives of people who have spent more than half a century on this planet!
It's time to get real for real. No more deception. No more confusion. No more excuses. Not that I have not been real but if I don't live for my vision than what am I living for? I have lived as I wished to. But it's time to stop and define clearly the values I must live by. Question everything that I have done. Love is a luxury but if you love life wouldn't it feel obliged to return the favour ?
One estranged friend who saw through the deception is following her journey. A pragmatist who reminds me of a really close friend of yesteryears, who was a pragmatist too. So here is this dreamer writing all of this trying to become saner and wiser? A dreamer who had been foolish enough to chase the things that higher powers had been saving him from as they knew better. In the process of rescuing this silkworm from drowning in the ocean of life they tried their level best to teach him how to go with the flow, and waited at distance for him to assert his will, eagerly waiting for the butterfly to appear. They never wanted him to change himself, just become a better version of himself. They never wanted him to live someone's idea of life but he should pay heed to the messages. The trust must not be abused.'' What do you want, what do you want?'', they ask .
Never fear for your life
It's time to get real for real. No more deception. No more confusion. No more excuses. Not that I have not been real but if I don't live for my vision than what am I living for? I have lived as I wished to. But it's time to stop and define clearly the values I must live by. Question everything that I have done. Love is a luxury but if you love life wouldn't it feel obliged to return the favour ?
One estranged friend who saw through the deception is following her journey. A pragmatist who reminds me of a really close friend of yesteryears, who was a pragmatist too. So here is this dreamer writing all of this trying to become saner and wiser? A dreamer who had been foolish enough to chase the things that higher powers had been saving him from as they knew better. In the process of rescuing this silkworm from drowning in the ocean of life they tried their level best to teach him how to go with the flow, and waited at distance for him to assert his will, eagerly waiting for the butterfly to appear. They never wanted him to change himself, just become a better version of himself. They never wanted him to live someone's idea of life but he should pay heed to the messages. The trust must not be abused.'' What do you want, what do you want?'', they ask .
Never fear for your life
is what they say
but be awake, dear, they pray.
So strange that for a human
now gods pray.
Is that why they sent her ? To awake him for the last time? She doesn't know and wouldn't believe it but she has rekindled love in his heart; the purest kind. Can this flickering and rekindled flame save him? Can he become what he must ? On different roads they stand, different creatures yet something so common in them. No, she's not an angel but in the pitch darkness even a firefly can show the way.
He has wrestled plenty of inner demons.
He thinks she's the one but if she is, and if he wants her to be happy he must know his place and be grateful for whatever light this firefly shines on the path of life for this silkworm which might enable him to bloom finally and be a butterfly ? These two souls have something in common. Near or far, similar or different journeys, may god bless them and they fulfil their stay on the planet. May they fulfil their purpose and if that purpose is not in alignment with their higher good then may they have enough good sense to see so.
but be awake, dear, they pray.
So strange that for a human
now gods pray.
Is that why they sent her ? To awake him for the last time? She doesn't know and wouldn't believe it but she has rekindled love in his heart; the purest kind. Can this flickering and rekindled flame save him? Can he become what he must ? On different roads they stand, different creatures yet something so common in them. No, she's not an angel but in the pitch darkness even a firefly can show the way.
He has wrestled plenty of inner demons.
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