Remember, remember not to expect As it leads to nothing but exasperation Remember not to be possesive For everything and everyone's going to fade one day Remember not to feel miserable And find happiness in little things Remember not to be insecure Embrace and flaunt your uniqueness flamboyantly Remember not to be envious Since it leads to inferiority complex within one Remember not to wish malice for anyone Diabolical, is what you'll become
Remember, remember to smile When the world tells you not to Remember to laugh out loud Even if you embarrass yourself Remember to run like you are going to fall As if a bull is chasing you Remember to keep your head high Despite abuses being hurled at you Remember to speak your mind If you feel redundancy is taking plight Remember to help If one is in dire need of it
Remember to be a pure soul and a good human. The world outside is full of maleficent beings strutting around, waiting to prey and spew venom on someone. Don't let them get you and most importantly don't become one of them. It is easy to develop a bad habit, but an arduous task it is to free oneself from it. Stop complaining and start living.
So often we speak about Nostalgia and how endearing those 'Good Old Days' were when stress wasn't a known concept and all the aspects that encompassed our mind were filled with innocence. How mendaciously we'd steal the cookies on the top shelf on a Sunday afternoon, when our parents would be asleep despite proclaiming it as our study hour.
When finishing Maths homework would be an arduous task and writing sesquipedalian essays a hilarity. Quite easily we allowed that season of naivety fade whilst embellishing our sanity with the worries of the world that weren't even our concerns to begin with. Hence, expecting the unexpected and predicting the unpredictable became a daily chore.
A time that seemed bright and sunny at first became cloudy and grey with gloominess perversing in front of the Sun. Albeit, we are the one's responsible for it. For the land still suffered from draught even though the clouds looked down on it ferociously. Because not a single drop of Hope poured.
Brevity prevailed, and soon Winter hollered across the corridors, contrarily inferring in a rigmarole. It had an aura of being undisputable. A time when thoughts took over mind and sat on the Throne gaining control of our every action and reaction. The little kid that notoriously played around the front porch now sat there looking at the night sky yearning for a twinkling Star.
However, it doesn't mean that Winter will never end. Mother nature won't allow that. Spring will not be just a dream, as it is you who'll decide when, where and how it will arrive by keeping the apt focus. Past is history and should be kept that way. If everyone dwells too much there then who will create it. As this time too shall become a muse of the Past.
Therefore, throw the veil of confusion and step away from the nugatory path. Find a purpose, find your own Ikigai and Spring will do cartwheels at your doorstep waiting to enchant you with the spells of emancipation, making you the sole controller of the seasons in your life. Concluding the fact that they change by our own thought processes.