Pushing ourselves through a hectic day is important but taking a break from it is nothing less. There might be days when we fight the odds and challenge the world but there might also be days when we hardly have the energy to make it through. Remember 'You can do anything but not everything'.
We need to get better at seeing the need for a break and recognise our gut instincts. Taking a break never makes you a fragile, weak, coward, or a failure. Instead taking a break is a sign of strength, will power, optimism, and courage. It is the greatest form of self-love.
Now, Let go. Do nothing. Forget the world. Put the weight down. Breath.
I took most of my previous months off from writing. It wasn't intentional yet it was. I never felt this kind of lazy or sluggish in my entire life. The lockdown indeed is taking a toll from my energy. Lately, I've been thinking to get back to writing. Though it is proving to be a bit harder than I thought it would. I thought i could just pick back up and start writing about all those ideas which came to me while i was on a break.
I don't know how this works, but you ll always have ideas floating around you even when you are a regular writer or not. Trust me I'm still not ready to dive into this deeper. I'm more of an occasional writer who find it even hard to write when under pressure. But Yes, i do miss writing at times. I didn’t start writing for real until last year. It wasn’t part of my life. I didn’t think of myself as a writer.
But as soon as I got going with it, I discovered something I never knew about myself. I am a writer and i realised getting my ideas out there into the world is important to me as of now. I won't reach tons of people. I don't see fame or fortune in this. I don't honestly have any such support systems who consistently motivate me to write more. I write because i want to. I write because my happiness feels important to me than every other thing i took effort to care. I write because I'm better when i do.
If i was not born on that day, if i was not born in my family to my parents, if i didn't join my school, if i weren't friends with my friends and if i hadn't met that one person. I know this is something we think more often than we ll admit.
This strikes me even more in case of meeting people in my life. I don't honestly believe there is a reason for everything that happens rather i would say some things just happen but there will always be a change in our reality after each interaction. Our perspective on life is not established right when we're born. It builds over time through our experience we have with different people. And this may happen slowly, but it happens every single day.
Every single choice we make leads to another choice. Every person we see, talk to, or just pass by every day lapse through our lives. Whether it's good, neutral, or bad, we are forming new opinions, learning new things, that shapes us into what we are.
I'm a part of every person i meet. Some impacted me more than others, while some just passed by and lasted only few seconds. Some showed me what i want to be and some just showed me what I'm not. Either way i grew. Either way they helped me feel or heal. We never stop being a part of peoples lives. And being so doesn't make us any weaker instead makes us stronger, better. It's just a matter of choice to take what and what not.
And the only question that remains is - What i want other's to take from me ?
The most inexpensive yet, priceless thing in the world can be nothing but these 9 letters.
I can recollect the days when i was taught to be obedient,studious, compromising and many more. But i can hardly remember being taught to choose happiness over other things and take things as it come. Upto a certain age happiness was immensely materialistic and confined to a particular sphere - getting good marks, a gift, a dress or sometimes a family trip or vacations.
When Albus convinced Harry that happiness can be found in any situation if we remember that we own our happiness, little did i know that i'll be quoting it here 16 years later. Happiness is always a matter of choice and it never necessarily mean to ignore the reality and pretend things are wonderful even when they are not. But just as dwelling negative things fuels unhappiness, filling our mind with more cheerful things can be a better thing to choose.
Even the most painful circumstances can be re-evaluated into a positive lesson when we realise how much it has moulded us into a stronger, wiser and more compassionate being we are today.Happiness is when we focus on the present moment where you are much more likely to feel centered, contented and at peace. Learning to notice good things that are happening rather than letting them pass by unappreciated or unobserved can be practiced.
I wish we start to live more in the moment and savour the good things that life has to offer.
हमने आपकी रचनाएँ पढ़ी, वह सभी अद्वितिय हैं। हम आपको अपनी नई पुस्तक में सहयोग देने के लिए आमंत्रित करना चाहते हैं। पुस्तक आपके नाम के साथ प्रकाशित होगी साथ उसकी प्रतियां भी आपको दी जाएंगी। आपको सम्मानित करते हुए स्वर्ण पदक भी दिया जाएगा।
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I remember darkness. Even on days the sun shone and I heard people laughing and talking through the windows I’d thrown open, I remember darkness. It wasn’t around me. It was inside me. I remember sitting in the dark with my head in my hands and my knees drawn to my chest and breathing. Just breathing, in and out and in and out. And every time I inhaled and exhaled without feeling like choking on air, without a sob accompanying the breath I took, I silently congratulated myself. It were small steps, but it were still steps. Well done, I said to myself, well done, and the people outside continued laughing and talking, none the wiser, while I taught myself to breathe around the pain. Around the loss. Around the grief. In and out and in and out. I thought I’d never get out of this vicious cycle that took so much of me. But I guess I wanted to prove myself wrong. Years later, when I’d thrown the windows wide open, I was dancing in the kitchen with the volume turned up, getting the vocals all wrong. And in my head, the people outside stopped talking for a little while. They looked at the window they’d always overlooked in the past and they didn’t laugh, but smiled instead. Smiled my way. Maybe they didn’t even notice I was doing better. Maybe they didn’t care. But I want to believe they saw something in me like I did. And yet, there are still days when the darkness manages to trap me. When I get up in the morning and I feel like going back to that awful time with my head in my hands and my lungs doing exercises and tears streaking my cheeks. But I tell myself well done for every single day I decide to break the cycle. Well done for every single day I prove myself wrong. I think I know what they could’ve seen when I was dancing in the kitchen if they’d really stopped. They would’ve seen me falling in love with life again. Slow and silent and careful. And this is what I want to remember on days when even a well done doesn’t feel like enough.