#fulfillment

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  • sarahrachelea 16w

    You are my life fulfillment
    My destination is you
    I have arrived

    ©sarahrachelea

  • richaarya 49w

    Screeming Heart

    You can search for "Love"
    You can screem your heart for "Love "
    You may loud and low at the same moment for "Love"
    Still you and your efforts may fail to find "Love"
    Bcz its a "Process "
    Its a "Journey "
    You have to be with this spark..
    AND One day that love will find "You" to fulfill yours soul...wait until then..rather quitting
    ©richaarya

  • madalasa 53w

    Achievement vs Fulfillment — The paradox within

    When achievement aligns with purpose of life, passion to accomplish it naturally leads to fulfillment!

    This thought is inspired by Tony Robbins quote:

    To have an extraordinary quality of life, you need two skills —

    1. The Science of Achievement: the ability to take anything you envision and make it real

    2 .The Art of Fulfillment: this allows you to enjoy every moment of it!

    One can build both skills when the thing being envisioned is aligned to one's purpose of life.

    And passion is the link to feeling fulfilled from what's being achieved.

    So, passion to accomplish one's purpose of life facilitates fulfilling achievements!

    ©madalasa

  • abducting_souls 55w

    Ink-laden quill longs to write for
    those unwritten songs about
    You and me.
    Where we loved each other,
    birthing the new stars, absolutely love-struck.
    When we loved each other,
    Unperturbed about the World.
    ©abducting_souls

  • spontaneous_flow_of_emotion 64w

    Champagne dreams

    Tonight let my happiness
    Burst it's boundaries with a 'pop'
    As you flung out the cork of the
    Champagne bottle.
    Tonight let every flute
    Be filled to the brim
    With joy.
    Tonight let us dance
    With the bubbles.
    ©spontaneous_flow_of_emotion

  • captain_ali_01 67w

    VIOLENT VARIABLES

    My days are spent leaning on chance,
    I leave it all to the whims of time,
    Firming my grasp over this fleeting trance
    Of peaking a mountain I failed to climb,
    All the while, questioning my attempts
    And staring at the mirror with bitter contempt.

    My days are spent clutching uncertainty;
    Still seeking freedom from this damned eternity,
    Where a moment seems not to last
    And every breath I draw feels like it's my last.
    Indeed, I find myself revived;
    Sometimes, just to survive.

    My days are spent illustrating illusions
    And nurturing my delusions.
    I look towards what is to come,
    Weighing every move and its outcome,
    My life has turned into a game of chess;
    Though I possess none of the pieces,
    I would want nothing more or less.

    ©captain_ali_01

  • ray_madhusmita 68w

    God realization..
    the divine accomplishment..
    in the garden of fulfillment..
    ©ray_madhusmita

  • mrspectacular 82w

    PRESSURE COOKED(3)

    'Alright dear. Meet me downstairs. We need to talk', Chief Mrs. Simpsons says before going down the stairs to one of the living rooms. Gina takes off her night wear and walks to the bathroom for a bath. Turning on the shower, she begins to wonder what exactly her mum would want to discuss with her this early morning. When she is done bathing, she picks up her towel from the railing and wraps it around her chest.
    Gina picks out a purple dress along with a black skirt from the large wardrobe at the side of the spacious bedroom and puts it on. Walking down the stairs, she can see her mum patiently waiting as though she is not going to work today. Chief Mrs Simpson looks at her, she could sense the uncertainty in her hair.
    'Have a seat, Gina' she instructed. 'What is the matter?'
    'Nothing Mum', she answers unaware that the game is up and she has been found out
    'About five months ago, I asked you about the man in your life and you assured me he was present and we would meet him soon. Isn't five months later than soon? Is there something you are not telling me Gina. Talk to me, I am your mother', Chief Mrs. Simpson cries.
    'Mum, I will bring a husband when I will bring a husband', Gina replies almost losing her temper on her mum. 'Please you should all cut some slack okay'
    Gina picks herself up from the chair and walks out on her mum feeling very embarrassed at the discussion she was just forced to have with her mum. Getting to her, she falls on her bed looking at the ceiling thinking about a way to sort this marriage pressure issue out. She would need to get someone in at least a month for introduction and subsequently marriage to get her parents off her neck.
    A week after, she is out attending a friend's birthday party with one of her father's cars. While at a table eating a dish served at the occasion, a cute young man in his early 30s dressed in a very nice blue suit with some shades on walks up to her table,
    'I could not help but notice you are sitting alone. Can I join you?' Bernard asks politely hoping to get a 'Yes please' but the response he receives shocks him to his spine. She sizes him up and angrily goes back to her food. Bernard feels disappointed and disgraced, he turns but as he leaves, she grabs him by the hand.
    . 'I am very sorry for the attitude I put up there. I have just been under a lot of pressure lately' she says feeling very horrible at the way she had treated him. 'Please by all means, you can sit down please'
    She can see through him and verify that he is a nice guy. The exact specification she has been waiting for since all these marriage talk began in her ears.
    'How would you like to meet my parents?', she said staring at Bernard with a big smile. Bernard is shocked, he cannot believe his ears. How can one just meet another for the first time and love the person enough to get married.
    'Slow down Ms....' he says trying to decipher if she had told him her name in the course of the conversation.
    'Gina. My name is Gina'.
    'Yes slow down Ms. Gina. I do not even know anything about you yet and you are talking marriage?
    'Ok, fine. I was wrong to have come at you like that', she apologizes. 'How about we make this our first date and go on about maybe fifteen others and then get married to each other'
    'Excuse me', he pretends to object, picking up a piece of paper from a sticky notepad in his pocket. He writes down something. 'Here, I think you need help. You are going crazy' dropping the paper on the table he walks out of the party venue.
    Picking up the paper, she imagines it would be a mental counselor's number because even herself thinks she is going crazy but to her greatest surprise, it is Bernard's number and underneath it is written-Call me when you get home. Bernard-.
    Gina is flattered at his method of pick-up because he makes it seem as though he was angry at when he leaves meanwhile he was actually hitting on her. Picking up her car keys, she bids her friends goodbye and congratulates the celebrant before leaving the venue for home.
    Getting home, she goes up to her room without saying a word to anyone and shuts the door behind her to call Bernard so she could keep the ball he had pushed earlier rolling. They talk for hours even Chief(Mrs). Simpson is surprised.
    Five weeks later, she comes home to another nagging from her mother about marriage but shuts her up when she shows her the engagement ring Bernard had just given with a promise of a wedding in a month. Her mother cannot hide her joy as she pulls Gina in for a tight hug.
    Gina knows she has found love when she notices how joyful Bernard seemed to be each time she speaks about the wedding. She cannot believe she is getting married in a couple of weeks moreso to such a perfect man as Bernard.
    A month later, it is finally the day. There is so much pomp in the atmosphere for the soon to be Mr. & Mrs. Bernard Daniels. Bernard is so happy to finally have her for himself. The officiating organizes the wedding, they say their vows and the priest declares them one forever and they both live happily ever after.

    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 82w

    PRESSURE COOKED(2)

    'Ehmm...Dad...Ehmmm....', Gina stammers trying to think of the best way to save herself from her father's feeling of disappointment. This time she could feel her words becoming ice in her mouth constricting her throat to the point of choking. Chief Simpson could only imagine what is wrong but would never really be right in his guessing attempt.
    'Gina...Talk to me', he says frantically wondering why she suddenly could not speak. Was she involved in accident. This and many more questions runs through his mind as he awaits a response from Gina.
    Gina looks at herself and wonders why she would need to lie to her father for any reason. There is a small part of her that feels the need to tell the lie whilst the remaining part still wants to be that girl her father would always to tell the truth. If she does tell the truth, worst case scenario, her father would be disappointed in her but if she does tell a lie and is discovered in the lie, her father would be disappointed and never trust her again.
    Having weighed the pros and cons, she decides to come clean,
    'I was feeling very bored in the house dad so I just decided to go look around for somewhere to catch some fun but I am on my way back now and would be with you in a minute'.
    'You know what? Don't worry. Enjoy yourself. I just came to get something to eat but I guess I would just eat out because I am not quite done in the office yet. We will talk when I get back from work officially with your mum'
    'Alright Dad. Thanks...I love you so much', she says with great cheers on her face she almost cries.
    Jumping back into his SUV, he turns it around and heads back to the office making a brief stop at the Chicken Place to get lunch for himself. He is quiet as he enters into his office, only waving and smiling at the people he meets in his pathway to his office. Everyone feels the chill he emits that afternoon and tread cautiously for the rest of the day.
    'Sweetheart, I am done at the office. Please can you kindly come and pick me up', Chief (Mrs) Simpson says with a very noticeable fatigue in her voice.
    'Alright...I will be with you in a moment. Please wait', he says with a forced laughter. Picking up his car keys from his glass table, he runs into the lift to take him down. Getting off the lift at the ground. He walks towards where his vehicle is parked. Jumping behind the steering wheel, he drives out to meet his wife who is waiting at her company's car park for him.
    Driving into the company, a 17000 hectares of land tastefully furnished with a massive building that covers 6000-hectares of the land, he speeds down to the car-park on the right side of the 17000 hectares compound. Driving into the carpark, he could see his wife waiting patiently for him.
    She walks over to the car to meet you with a very bright smile on her face.
    'How was work today?' he asks with a straight face, void of smiles as he pulls the car out of the car park.
    'It....was....fine', she says troubled at the way Chief Simpson, her husband is sounding. 'Is there any problem? And how was your day too?'
    'Oh well....to answer the second question, my day is not over yet', Chief Simpson remarks. 'And on the other question, Yes there is a problem?' There is tension in the car as Chief Simpson spills out his greivance to his wife. He sees the action of Gina as very disrespectful to have left the house without informing any of them but Mrs. Simpson thinks he overflogs the issue positing that she is a grown woman.
    'I will talk with her when we get home but I need you to relax, otherwise you burst a blood vessel and I do not want that', Chief Mrs. Simpson advises as she gives Chief Simpson a peck on the cheek.
    Getting home, Chief and Chief Mrs. Simpson meet Gina slouched on the chair. Chief Mrs. Simpson immediately asks to know where she was when Chief Simpson, her father came home for lunch.
    'Welcome Dad.... Welcome Mum, she says as she opens the door to let Chief and Chief(Mrs) Simpson.
    'Where did you go to?' Chief Mrs Simpson fires back without acknowledging the greetings given by Gina.
    'I just stepped out for a bit'
    'I just stepped out for a bit', Chief Mrs. Simpson ridiculously mimicks Gina. 'To where, Gina Simpson. Your father came back for lunch to meet your absence and he waited a long time before leaving so it could not have been short as you claim'.
    'Mum, the house was boring so I just thought I could go out to meet some people and catch some fun', she said with a smile.
    'Hmm....Hope you caught enough fun and also caught a husband as well? Chief Mrs. Simpson asks. 'Because you are not getting any younger you know'
    By now, Chief Simpson had snuck out to return to his office. Gina feels surprised at the question which sounds really awkward to hear. Why was she being asked this question now, she has only just finished her first degree. She reclines into the chair and looks Chief Mrs. Simpson, her mum wondering it was all coming from. 'Mum, I just finished my first degree but if you would make you happy. I'll do it soon'.
    'Oh that's great news!', Mrs. Simpsons screams happily giving Gina, a tight hug. 'You have already found someone. Who is he? When do we meet him? I can't wait to meet him'. Chief Mrs. Simpson feels so ecstatic about the news.
    'In due time, mum....in due time', Gina posits wondering how she would pull off the lie she has just told. She feels dirty having told the lie and earnestly prays and hopes that she is not found out by her parents. A little tear drops from her eyes watching her mother walking away feeling so proud that her daughter is getting married soon knowing it is all a lie. She struggles to get through the rest of the day while devising a plan to escape being caught in her lie.
    Four months go by and there is still no sign of her fulfillment of the promise she made to Chief (Mrs) Simpson. She is in her room on a Thursday morning by 6am when Chief (Mrs) Simpson comes to knock on her door for a little chit-chat.
    'Good morning Gina....Are you up?' asked Chief Mrs. Simpson knocking on the door of Gina's room.
    'Yes mum...I am up', she lies again yawning after a few minutes because she was actually woken up by the knock on the door.

  • mrspectacular 82w

    PRESSURE COOKED(PART 1)

    The pressure is not all that pronounced yet as Gina is only but in her semifinals at the Westminster University, England doing her bachelor's program but there is a hint of it in the atmosphere. She has been called by her father suspiciously several times asking when she would be returning home from England. To her, her dad and everyone else misses the princess as she is fondly called by her family members.
    She is busy with her academic work when her dad calls again asking when she would be back in the country. Her father Chief Simpson asks,
    'When did you say you are coming home again, Gina?' Chief Simpson asks
    'Dad, I said at the end of the year' Gina says wondering why her father is so keenly interested on knowing when she would return from her studies in England
    'But can't you make a little bit earlier? We really want you at home here with us', he says trying to see if he could force her hand
    'Dad, I do not control the calendar here. I work with the dictates of the school and not the other way round', she posits trying to make her dad quit insisting on her quick return home.
    'Alright my daughter. I understand. We'll be expecting you any time you choose to return and we will be very prepared to receive you with open arms.'
    'Thanks dad..I love you...My regards to everyone at home'

    Two months pass that they do not hear a word from Gina. Her father believes she must be busy and therefore does not have the time to call her but her mother, Mrs. Simpson is wondering sick thinking Chief Simpson, her husband and father to Gina had worn her out with the persistent insistence to come home and she therefore decided to shut them out.
    Six O'clock on Thursday morning, it is a warm weather, the sun is up in its morning glory. There is a knock at the door, Mrs. Simpson yells sleepily from the inner chamber of the master bedroom where she & Chief Simpson are woken up by the rude disturbance 'I'm coming' but it seems the visitor does not hear and so continues knocking so persistent.
    Opening the door, Mrs. Simpson is surprised to see who it is, she throws her up in the air and onto the person at the other side of the door. It is Gina.
    'Gina, My dear. What a surprise to see you? Mrs. Simpson asks with so much joy in her voice. 'Your father would be happy to see you. Come in and sit down'.
    Mrs. Simpson leads Gina into one of the sitting rooms in the house to properly welcome Gina who has just returned from England. They talk and talk. Mrs. Simpson gets informed about Gina's school, her life in England and her trip back. Some five minutes into their discussion, Chief Simpson appears in the stairway, in pyjamas and his thin frames pair of glasses resting on his nose, having heard them chatter from upstairs in the bedroom,
    'Ah, my daughter. You're home.' he says ecstatic. 'Welcome back'
    Getting up on seeing her father, Gina moves towards him to give him a hug,
    'Yes daddy. I am back and it sure feels good. Indeed I have missed all of you'
    Gina treads cautiously in her speech hoping that the talk on marriage does not come up in the conversation. Surely enough, it does not come up; at least not today. Her father would allow her some space to relax and feel the home vibe for a while, maybe a week before popping the big question if she does not come up with the answer beforehand.
    They talk with so much happiness and vigor till about 8:30am when Gina asks to be excused to go take a shower. Chief Simpson and his wife permit her while they both go to get ready for the day themselves. In a few minutes, Chief & Chief(Mrs) Simpson are both ready to leave for work. Coming out of the master bedroom of the Simpsons mansion, Chief & Chief(Mrs) Simpson alert Gina on their departure and she screams 'Alright Dad, See you both when you get back' from her room.
    The Spleen SUV which Chief Simpson had just acquired only a few days ago is parked under the cool cover nearest to the building. In the compound, each car has its own cool cover and the Simpson had cars to the tune of 30 including the brand new spleen they had just acquired. It is a large car with sophisticated technology, with the click of a button, the car could do whatever you needed except of course, drive itself.
    'Wow, look at the time.', Chief Simpson observes. 'We are both running late. That reminds me. Please remind me to talk to Gina when we get back'.
    'Alright dear. I will' ,Mrs Simpson says as she hops into the passenger seat of the Spleen SUV.
    Mrs. Simpson could tell what the discussion would be about but she would pretend not to until Chief Simpson brings it up because as the man, he wants to be treated with respect even to the point of his thoughts. He finds it disrespectful to tell his thoughts before he says it.
    Arriving Mrs. Simpson's office first, he drops her off and then rushes off to his as though he is being chased by a demon or he has been offered some very giant cheque for getting there before 10:30am. Arriving his office at exactly 10:28am, he walks into a lift that takes him straight to the floor that houses his office. Acknowledging greetings from his secretary, Miss Peniela, a 29 year old chocolate skinned young lady, he walks into his office with pride. Taking his seat, he calls his secretary on his intercom to bring in some coffee so he could start his day the proper way.
    At the Simpsons residence, Gina gets ready to go for a little sight seeing. Being alone with the rest of the cars, she picks the keys to the Druper from the key holder area that hangs on the wall. Ready to leave for her outing, Gina stands at the exit door looking at the rest of the house to know if she is forgetting anything. Finally ready, she walks to the Druper. Starting the engine, she revs it twice and then slowly pulls out of the gate and drives off for a fun time.
    A few hours later, Chief Simpson comes home for lunch. He loves the comfort of eating in his house only and not outside for any reason. Driving in, he notices one of the other car is not on ground. He rushes to the door to get in but he notices it is locked. On that note, he calls out to Gina to ask her to come open the gate but she cannot because she is not home,
    'Hello Gina', he says to Gina over the phone as soon as she answers the phone
    'Yes dad', she says so ecstatic
    'I'm home. Please come and open the door'
    'Ehm...okay I'm on my way.

    Gina quickly goes to look for her car in the parking lot. After about 10 minutes of searching for it, she finds it where she had parked it earlier but forgotten. She quickly clicks the remote to open it up and right then Chief Simpson calls to ask what is taking her so long,
    'Gina....Where are you? How long would it take you to get to the door', he asks quietly trying not to lose his patience

    ©mrspectacular

  • dhawalraturi 97w

    The Story Of My Life

    All my dreams were kind of sold to me by the old,
    Told me to hold, they said this path is meant for the bold,
    Roll only if your heart's warm enough to bear the cold,
    And be prepared, it will push you beyond your threshold.

    At twelve the talk around this path seemed cool to me,
    Cool to advance on but I wasn't a skittish to leave without victory,
    My work ethic made sure that I crossed the seven seas,
    Rowing my boat through storms and freezing winds.

    I used my arms as oars when my oars decayed to nothing,
    Swam through cold ice when the waves sank my boat and ration,
    Walked miles barefoot through the thorny dark rainforests,
    Where you can't even see the sunshine,
    It's dense as hell to be honest.

    But on an ordinary day after three years of diligence,
    I stood on the peak of my dreams with my eyes wet,
    I stretched my arms, and my back and my cramped legs,
    Managed a muffled sigh, waned merely to a silhouette.

    There was a brief moment of satisfaction and great joy,
    I was floating in the air escaping the gravitative soil,
    But after the brief moment, the joy faded into nothing,
    What lingered was this feeling of lacking-from-within.

    And although I didn't lack what I'd been seeking anymore,
    I'd lived such for so long that it was now carved onto my soul,
    But in the days that came I just wandered around,
    Trying to get rid of this feeling that kept desiccating my mouth.

    Through time I realized that I was just always sad,
    Ignoring the little things, busy chasing things to death,
    I'd talked to the stars a million times,
    But never appreciated their glitter,
    I'd found myself through a million dives,
    But never dived in the freshness of a river.

    But at that time I didn't have the gift of hindsight,
    So I thought my exhaustion was my laziness' disguise,
    I thought I had changed to be this negligent, apathetic person,
    When deep down I was just lacking a purpose.

    And how could I find a purpose again, I thought,
    One unlike the last one, that shines me bright as a torch.
    I turned cynical towards anyone who had an advice,
    Shutting everyone out so I could hear my own voice.

    ‘Cause I had a million dreams, but they got adulterated as I grew up,
    By the sway of my loved ones who had a finite imagination,
    They convinced me to have ‘real’ dreams, a euphemism for conventional,
    And I lived my life for years in ways that I’m convinced were never my intentions.

    And I can see it clearly now why I was always so grumpy and sad,
    For I’d never make my own decisions but choose what others would suggest,
    I’d make choices that’d please them, not the ones that’d bring me happiness,
    And then wonder why in the epilogues of my life stories, I’m always in distress.

    But I’m not as certain as the last paragraph of this poem makes me sound,
    I’m constantly learning to choose myself over the crowd when in doubt,
    I’m learning that happiness isn’t found at the end of a few random roads,
    But ON the ones that you don’t want to end, the ones you consciously choose.
    ©dhawalraturi

  • alxndr_ 97w

    I was watching this comics based show called doom patrol and in it is a character called negative man (his name is Larry Trainor) who was a pilot. He was in an accident that burnt his whole body; he was flying a spacecraft when he collided with an entity in the other atmosphere and crashed to earth. What's special about him is that he is bounded with this entity but unlike what you would think, it doesn't seem to be whole without him anymore and him without it; it becomes his spirit. Larry is a man troubled by his pass and we see all of his memories unfold in dreamlike projection in his mind. The spirit pushes these memories, memories that Larry suppressed due to the pain they bring, to confront truths about himself so that it would bring peace to the both of them.
    It was such an interesting thing to behold and I was reminded of Carl Jung's human psyche. The self is an archetype that combines our consciousness and unconsciousness, it needs to be in harmony, and if not then the problem has to be addressed by the person to resolve the distress felt.





    @writersnetwork @mirakee #writersnetwork #mirakee #carljung #fulfillment #happiness #peace
    #self

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    Questions for us

    Can we, beings, every master ourselves
    Is appeasement of the spirit perpetual
    Will knowing the self be that important
    ©alexander42

  • sid_azaad 98w

    ख़ाक

    ढूंढता फ़िरता है जिस्म-ओ-जहां में क्या?
    कभी ख़ाक उड़ती न देखी आसमान में क्या!?
    तमन्ना है, उससे मुक्कमल होने की मन में तेरे
    जन्म लिया ही था तुमने, अधूरेपन में क्या?
    ©sid_azaad

  • shivi04 104w

    Nature

    The wind spelled magic,
    with a bronze aura of sky,
    the umbrella fluttered by,
    lillies bloomed by the bay,
    the grasses strummed with dew,
    a rustic view, through tinted panes,
    narrow streets, the moment when,
    nature reels we all take a backseat.

    ©shivi04

  • sonofnas 107w

    Holding On

    When we all feel rejected
    And all thrown down
    Then we counting our demons
    I lay the good ones on my shoulder
    And let the others out

    In the darkest hour of my life
    Where it seem the tale will never end
    I place my hope in my fore
    And lead me to dawn

    Where the dews of optimism
    Shreds on my leg
    On the green grass of serenity
    And the sunshine of faith
    Sheds on my path
    For the darkest hour of my life
    Is beaming to light!

    ©sonofnight

  • judinbthomas 111w

    Save your souls

    The only thoughts I feel were pure were the ones I felt shriveling up inside a sleeping bag on a freezing night on that mountain peak. My patient wait for the night to pass and to feel the warm sun rays on my skin

    Staying close to our basic instincts is the only escape from drowning in the sensibilities of the modern world.

    ©judinbthomas

  • chinwa 113w

    #mirakee
    #writersnetwork
    #fulfillment
    #writers
    #poet
    @mirakee
    @writersnetwork
    Our greatest satisfaction should lie in accomplishing all we've always aspired

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    Fulfillment

    Our greatest satisfaction should lie in accomplishing all we've always aspired
    ©chinwa

  • cheshu 115w

    DREAMS

    Dreams are just an image
    Of what we think as our mind constantly works out
    Dreams are just a want
    Until it get onto your nerves converting it to need
    Dreams are just a way
    To fly high as higher as you want
    Dreams are just a regret
    Of lifetime if not completed on time
    Dreams are just a part of us
    Getting sticky day by day...

    ©cheshu

  • pappaspaaru 116w

    #2

    We all are born with a purpose to be fulfilled in our lifetime. And it's our responsibility to find it.
    ©pappaspaaru

  • lostgems 124w

    You walk through the green paths of life
    In search of the garden of happiness.
    Happiness transforms into reality
    When you touch the buds of dream with extreme keenness.