nights;

death;

The past few days, I’ve been thinking a lot about death. Not that I don’t usually think about it. I mean, more than usual. I also think about how children these days don’t seem to know much about old age and death. Teens. Even adults. Death and old age has been on my mind since I could ever remember. I remember, distinctly, when I was so young, reading about Buddha. Old age. Sickness. Death.

I’ve been noticing older adults in the train, especially those who, well, dress up in something that may be considered more suitable for younger women. And then I wonder, how it feels like, knowing that your wrinkly skin was once your pride. How it feels like to look at your saggy breasts, sunken eyes, and shaky hands – and be hit by the memory of your youth, your prime, the numbers of heads you managed to turn with a little shake with every step you take.

How important it is to treasure your youth. Not to keep, or maintain your youth. But to treasure it. Love it, cherish it & understand that it is not forever.

The folly of mankind; the resistance & avoidance of old age, sickness & death.

What fools we are, to dart away from what chases us. A foolish game, I must say.

life;

I have to sit down with a timetable, and plan what I have to do everyday.

To plan what books to read, how many sit ups to do, what activities to do with my grandmother. I must plan my life. Not my career, not my impulses.

Life is just falling through the cracks.
Sand that seeps through my fingers.
The double-take that comes as an afterthought.

 

choices;

acceptance.

happiness is a choice.
do you choose to be happy?
our lives are in our hands.

when ultimately life is a path to be lived alone,
we live knowing this,
but we just don’t go about doing this alone.

once we accept death,
we appreciate life.
once we accept failure,
we appreciate effort.
once we accept you,
once we accept me,
we appreciate every breath we take.

sometimes

i wish i could spend a night lying down and gazing at the stars

i wish i could be an artist

i wonder how my life would have turned out if i had never stopped playing badminton in school

i think about how some things never change, but i have become happier because differences have become a matter of opinion, understanding, and awareness.

i regret though, how i have forgotten the importance of looking at someone’s eyes when they smile.

sometimes. just sometimes.
i wish. i wonder. i think.

trust

Randomly surfing around, I decided to steal this and put it here.

Good timing, as not too long someone was telling me how his friend, X, had a girlfriend who cheated on him, and X is seething with anger and all. and of course, i’m still the last person you come to for sympathies.

“One day, a person goes to him and asks the secret to successful marriage. Kabir listened to him dis interestingly, but quietly and shouts to his wife to bring a burning lamp , saying that it is dark and the wife needs to light the room. The wife brings the lamp burning, without question and puts it there and goes back to her work. This surprised the visitor, since, it was day time. To which Kabir said, “The secret to successful marriage lies is total trust without question. Too often we are so much interested in our perception and reason that we fail to trust the perception of the other partner. And when we can accept unknowingly the other without thought, without doubt, without question, we become one. The distinction between you and me is dissolved and then only love remains. This also brings total understand of the other. Our reason, our self-interest, our thoughts has truely distant us from ourselves and has created an illusion that you are different from me.” The person understood immediately and thanked Kabir for insight.

One day a man goes to Osho and says that he has been betrayed by his wife who had run away with a friend of his. He had put so much trust in her. He had loved her so much and now he is ruined. To which Osho said that he never loved her and never had any trust in her. Loving means total trust and that means trust in her self, in her being, in her intelligence and that even if she runs away with somebody else, you continue to love her. If she goes away, you still have trust in her. Trust is complete. Independent of you and her deeds. You trust her being and not just her actions or the outcome of those actions. Love and trust are always independent of what she did to you. True love and trust means complete reliance on her and wherever she is and whatever she does, you are there, loving and trust. And hence, your love is in a way independent of her. Your love is deep in you, connecting to yourself, connecting to the whole universe. “

past.

once upon a time you wondered why you were here.

once upon a time there was a smile that lit up the eyes.

once upon a time we could fall knowing we could get up.

once upon a time there was joy.

once upon a time a rose was the best gift a girl could get.

once upon a time all that mattered was passion and faith.

once upon a time green meant jealousy, and envy.

once upon a time there was a beautiful horizon.

once upon a time we could laugh, for love, friendship and joy.

once upon a time music was from the soul.

once upon a time sincerity was abundant.

once upon a time there were no strangers; there were unknown friends.

once upon a time people could live with their doors open.

and once upon a time, was a long time ago.