I began to draw an invisible boundary between me and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.
A cat has absolute emotional honesty: Human Beings for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.
― Ernest Hemingway―
Life isn’t what you think you want to be, it is just what it want to be.
No one can give shape to it, it depends on you what you want and how you want it to be
Sometimes it’s long, sometimes it’s short you can’t decide how long it must be it.
It’s just simple go with flow
And enjoy it till the high blow.
And then you will understand that its not easy to be.
And that what life wants to tell you that isn’t
And as I look up in the night sky,
I can’t help,
But feel the overwhelming amazement
And wonder if,
Truly, are we alone?
Most people cannot think beyond tomorrow – that is how they are made. Very few people can think, “Okay this will happen, and then this is what will happen to my life. What can I do about that now?” It is very easy to go and pray to God. Whether something happens with your prayer or not, at least there is solace. There is a comfort zone that somebody is taking care of you. Please see, that is all you get from your devotion because your devotion has not crossed a certain level of intensity. All that you got is a little comfort in your mind that somebody is taking care of you. Beyond that there is nothing else. But people settle for this rather than seeking ultimate liberation because most people do not have the vision to do anything beyond a certain limitation of time. They cannot think of their ultimate liberation.
For example, Gautama Buddha, when he was a young man, he saw an old man, a sick man and a corpse. He observed these sights and these observations affected him deeply. The moment he saw this, he knew that this was what would happen to him too. This made him realize the sufferings of all beings and compelled him to begin his spiritual journey as a wandering ascetic, which eventually led to his enlightenment. He started working towards what he can do about it right now. This is an intelligent man. But most people do not have this kind of vision or intelligence to see life. For them, it has to fall on their head. Till then they don’t know. These kinds of people are just seeking solace for today. For such people, there is no depth to their prayer either; there is no depth to their devotion. It is just about solace – “God is taking care of me”. They are not looking to live in such a way that they are beyond all limitations. They are not seeking a life which is of transcendence. They are not seeking a life which is a power to decide their own destiny.
We are what we love to read, and when we admit to loving a book, we admit that the book represents some aspects of ourselves truly, whether it is that we are suckers for romance or pining for adventure or secretly fascinated by crime.
— Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading—
If you are interested in anything, you will focus on it, and if you focus attention on anything, it is likely that you will become interested in it. Many of things we find interesting are not so by nature, but because we took the trouble of paying attention to them.
― Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, Finding Flow: The Psychology of Engagement with Everyday Life―
I lie here on my bed
Before me lies my broken leg
In its plaster cast its spread
Straight and bulky.
I contemplate its bulky form
My former shape lies within
The bulk for now will be the norm
But ere long it should be back again!
I now have time to contemplate
My life, my sins and all my deeds
As here I lie the healing to await
I watch through my window
The skies outside, so blue
As time continues on its flight
Stand still oh Time!
I wish to yell
I wish I could do something more fun
But no, I am stuck on my bed
Plates and screws that stabilize
Cause pain and bring tears to my eyes
Life should be so sublime
Yet I fear what the Book may tell
I need more time to contemplate
Reparations for my deeds, I fret!
Please Lord – wait!
Stop, act not on the Book just yet!
My neighbours showing sympathy
When they see me hobbling along.
Please Lord lift my blindness
That I may see where I’ve been wrong.
Give that gentleness I may repay
With kindness evermore
That impatience now may stay
And anger I will deplore.
Its funny how life altering events often wrap themselves in days that begin like any other.
And in the end, we were all humans…drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
—F. SCOTT FITZGERALD—
“Ideas are like fish. If you want to catch little fish, you can stay in the shallow water. But if you want to catch the big fish, you’ve got to go deeper. Down deep, the fish are more powerful and more pure.They’re huge and abstract. And they’re very beautiful.”
-David Lynch, Catching the big fish-