Yesterday, my friend and I got into a share-auto on our way back home from work. Soon afterward, the heavy downpour started and as the auto sped off we were worried about how we’d reach home on time. Since we were the last 2 passengers in the rickshaw, the driver said he’d better head straight home, when he asked him if he could drive us to our destination (we had to take another bus to reach home). Fair enough. But then, as we reached our stop, the downpour became heavier making it impossible for people to walk on the streets without an umbrella or a jerkin – and we had neither. The auto rickshaw driver sensing that offered to drive us to the bus stop (for which he had to take a left from the junction where we had planned to get down and drive a few metres, whilst he had planned to go straight) and we gratefully agreed.
But he didn’t just drop us off at the bus stand and leave yesterday. He was kind enough to let us wait in the auto rickshaw until the bus came (10 minutes later), he ensured both of us got in safely and then left the place.
That was one good turn our way yesterday. God bless him in abundance ✨😊
It’s never too late,
Don’t push something to be destined by fate,
Instead, work your way toward what you want,
There’s nothing in the universe, that achieve, you can’t,
For, what you’re seeking, is lying in wait, seeking you,
And all it takes, to reach there, is, efforts true,
Be your own paragon,
Become your own icon,
Create for you, a niche that you’d be proud to own,
An identity, a name, that no one can dethrone,
Begin to climb the ladder to a life you think would awesome,
Live to see your dreams blossom!
A puncture now and then,
Shouldn’t stop you from finding your zen,
Your journey, you know, ain’t freefall,
So disruptions big and small, shouldn’t let it stall,
Pursue your calling, ensure you have a ball,
Pursue until you succeed, rise everytime you fall!
Yesterday as I was getting my stuff billed at the supermarket, I saw a little girl frantically tugging at her mother’s pallu, asking her for a painting kit.
“But, Mom, you told me you’d buy me one, once I reach class 4”.
Her mother tried to steer her attention towards the school-bags section, but she stayed put. Eventually, the mother gave in, and the daughter was all smiles as she paraded the store with her brand new painting kit.
Somewhere between pestering our parents to buy us what we want, to paying our own bills, we all grew up!
For a moment I was secretly tempted to fly back into my childhood (if there is such a possibility) – a time when life was so much simpler, so much easier.
Time flies, and how!
Because what happens in between doesn’t matter.
Never compare your journey with anyone else’s in the world, no matter how similar the circumstances might look – Only you know what you go through to reach where you want to.
The demons that you have to fight are always exclusively yours. So are the accolades that you get to flaunt. And it wouldn’t do justice to undermine either of them.
Because what looks worthless to you, might actually be a very big deal to so many out there!
Everyday I look in the mirror, at my tiny eyes, my humongous nose, my over sized front teeth and I cry. And then, I reminisce. I think of all the wrong I’ve done, all the mistakes I’ve knowingly and unknowingly committed and I drown myself in remorse and resentment. This is a routine for me, everyday. Every single day. Sometimes minimal, but on days when I’m low, to an extent that I’m reduced to tears. I’d fake amazing strength and attitude on the outside, but inside I’d be broken and brittle. I’d go into a shell and stay incognito, just keeping to myself all day long. I’d keep interaction to zilch but peep out once in a while just to check if the world’s still intact.
I know there are so many others out there who go through the same emotions as mine. Who go into a state of depression and get all worked up. Who blame themselves for everything that goes wrong.
To all of you out there, and to myself too, here’s what I’d like to instill, strongly :
The ultimate truth is this.
Beyond everything else, you are God’s creation. Every bit of God’s creation is always beautiful. And God has always got a plan for you, for all of us. Something good, like light at the end of a dark tunnel.
There’s no damage in this world that’s irreparable. Spare yourself that resentment and see what you can do to set things right. There’s nothing in this world that can’t be cured, only realise what’s wrong in time. Every bad experience has taught you something you’d remember for life, has made you stronger and has helped you emerge a better person.
And, there’s no one in this world that’s perfect. Perfection is overrated, exaggerated. Perfection is fiction. Imperfection is beautiful, plausible. Imperfection is real. Imperfection is what makes us human. So learn to love yourself with your flaws, with your loss, with your past. Just remember to ditch that baggage you keep carrying in your head.
Love yourself for who you are, for who you have been, for who you will be. There’s absolutely no one like you. You are every bit special with your flaws, incredible in ways you can’t even manifest. Be the best version of you, always, be your first priority when you need to be and love who you are, with your imperfections, unabashedly.