itsaboutlife

[itsaboutlife]

Childhood

I was standing on my balcony, watching little kids Playing; All of a sudden those innocent blue eyes met mine, she smiled & waved towards me with joy and in that moment I saw a glimpse of my childhood & all the memories came by. I smiled & waved back at her & went into my room, Laying on bed I went down memory lane.

"I wonder, there's so much innocence within us when we were little, but as we grow older it's lost, lost in this big world. As a child there were no worries about the future, we used to find joy at the moment itself, but now our day begins and ends with thoughts of tomorrow & living in present seems like a task to us. Back then we used to speak only The Truth & never find it hard; but now lying seems an easy option. We don't lie often, but at some point/situation, we all have lied, despite knowing that it's wrong. As a small kid, hearts were filled with pure love and care; but now it's all adulterated. Nowadays we all run behind money & luxuries, Ya those are important; but we've forgotten to Live, Enjoy, Feel free like a small child. Don't let the child inside you get lost in the process of becoming a mature adult. Just Take a Break! Keep all the stress aside, seize the moment & be a child again."

I peeped out of the window to see the kids & there they were, still Playing & I found myself smiling...

[itsaboutlife]

My Old Journal

While cleaning my room the other day, I came across my old journal on the bookshelf, in which I've preserved each and every memory of us. I opened it & all the memories came rushing back. All the combinations of feelings that I thought were long gone or atleast subsided came back. Every picture had a story of our journey - from someone so close to no one at all, a smile touched the corners of my mouth as I was going through the pages & pictures. I read every memory I penned down & for the time being it felt like I was living those moments again. The smile slowly faded away the moment I reached last few pages & difference was easily recognisable 'coz they were scribbled writings as poured my aching heart in the form of words & phrases. Recalling every moment when you left me, alone to gather all broken pieces of my heart,   I felt weak & vulnerable as the pain was excruciating & my heart so heavy with sadness. Somehow, letting my heart out in the form of words in my journal, felt like someone is calmly listen to me which made the pain less painfull. Finally I read the last sentence which was "You left me, broken; but little did you knew that I'm stronger than you think & you ever will. Lastly, Thankyou! For breaking me to the point where I finally realised to value myself" this made me feel better powerful again. I kept that journal back in the shelf & continued the cleaning again.