There is an insidious quirk to your brain that, if you let it, can drive you insane. Tell me if this sounds familiar to you:
You get anxious about confronting somebody in your life. That anxiety cripples you and you start wondering why you’re so anxious. Now you’re becoming anxious about being anxious. Oh no! Doubly anxious! Now you’re anxious about your anxiety, which is causing more anxiety.
Time and again whenever we feel down, this particular thought pops in our mind “Why me?”. But, when something extremely successful happens we usually don’t get those thoughts. After tasting great success, have you ever thought “why me?”. Most of us would not have thought so. So what drives our emotions? What drives us? What is that force that drives us every second we live on this planet?
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?
Sun is shining,
Father is snoring,
She giggles and says “ga ga gaaah.”
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?
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?
“Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.”
― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta
Nobody is a saint in this world. Look around you. You may come across hundreds of people in a day. Each holds a story. Continue reading