If you have to try to be cool, you will never be cool. If you have to try to be happy, then you will never be happy. Maybe the problem these days is people are just trying too hard.
Happiness, like other emotions, is not something you obtain, but rather something you inhabit. When you are angry and beat someone up, you are not self-conscious about your state of anger. You are not thinking to yourself, “Am I finally angry? Am I doing this right?” No, you’re out for blood. You inhabit and live the anger. You are the anger. And then it’s gone.
“Open your eyes, look within.
Are you satisfied with the life you are living?”
– Bob Marley
There are two major types of humans. One of them frequently says, “From here on, I’m going to live my life”. Other says “I’m just surviving my life” (with a sigh). What’s the big difference? We all live through this game of life. But, what’s the margin that decides whether we are living our surviving?
When he was about to end his life, it asked him to stop.
When she was about to lose hope of her life, it asked her to gain hope.
When he fell down for the first time, it told him not to repeat the same mistake again.
When she fell in love with him, it asked her to go and confess.
When he faced failure, again and again, it asked him to get up and run the race of life.
When a silence prevailed between the couple, it asked them to kiss.
“It” is constantly trying to communicate with each and every one of us. Few of us listen, but few of us do not care. It is trying to give us signs. It is trying to show the path of our life. What is it?
In our day to day lives, we meet few people from whose faces we can determine their pains, their dreams and their longing for a happy life. This was one among them…
Winter in Switzerland was at its peak. The room was occupied by a pretty couple. The fireplace provided the warmth.
‘1034 days’, She said blushing and turning pink. He was stroking her hair and kissed her forehead. They lay nearby the fireplace… covered in a blanket of wool. They kissed again. Their bodies glowed like gold. That night, it was time to make some passionate love and battle the cold with the warmth of their bodies. Beads of sweat fell on her cheeks. Now, they lay exhausted.
There are times when the least expected happens. We take a lot of time to recapitulate the person or the event he/she is associated with. Few may turn out to be an ultimate shock. A person may come back to you after 10 years, and talk about an incident which you almost forgot. You may meet a “classmate” or a “batchmate” of yours at a train station/airport or a local bus. A batchmate will become a best friend. Most of the friendships grow stronger after getting a break from their routine. A bucket full of the feelings come rushing in you when you leave a person at his/her doorstep after spending the day with them. We miss them… and it’s weird, right?
“What’s your passion? What do you want to achieve?” I asked her. “My passion is dead. It’s buried” she replied with eyes full of tears.