I'm laying in my bed that faces tall windows that overlooks the condo buildings. I can see different windows, some with lights still open and some with lights out. All of these peope that lives in these rooms living their own lives with different stories. Sometimes i feel overwhelmed realizing these simple things. Facing a little more to the left i can see the whole city that almost makes me feel infinite. There is something about seeing city lights that makes you feel something. Hope? Happiness? Longing? these feelings coming down to you all at once. They say magic is strong in nature but there's something about the city at night that will make you feel that the magic here is as strong. Maybe i should stop babbling ans sleep already. Good night everyone.
MY YEAR STARTED WITH SOME MORE HAPPINESS AND JOY.
Whenever I Travel to Mumbai,
And especially midnight I’m on the way for home. I always see this lady with this dog.
It was a summer season when I have seen her for the very first time, I was travelling to Malad.
Then after long months I could not see her because my office timings were bit early.
Now long back in the winter I could see her with this tiny same Pup.
She will never take a Blanket/Bedsheet but she’ll always give a shield to that pup.
We say there’s no humanity in humans,Agreed.
There’s still a humanity.
She’s a beggar, but if you’ll see from my perspective.
She’s the most richest woman on the planet. Because might she have a family,children’s. But, the happiness is in when you are helping someone without a single intention that will he/she will return it back or not.
I upfrontly say I’m the most poor person in front of her. Because what she has received it’s not refundable.
It’s unconditional.
It really made me cry after seeing her and his condition, how any NGO cannot help them out.
People are projects. The guy at the shop next door who steams at every male that is not like him: project, the girl with the oversized sweatshirt and diamond studded tooth, eye brow ring, and a cute face: project. The guests walking (in with their dogs) in the space: projects. They are creating relations out of thin air. Whether it’s a gesture of salutation or comment on the task at hand. We are all working on our projects and stumbling into others. HI I’M SMILING NOW YOU ARE SMILING NOW GOOD BYE. Isn’t that hilarious? Let’s get a better handle on our own projects to create better relations. Projects and fire do not mix. Hard work in flames is devastating. People fall victims of their own projects. There is hope...growth and understanding. We must improve our projects.
For the last few months, I have been feeling like a ship floating around without an anchor. Lately, I have been asking myself, if there are other ships like me and for how long can I float till I reach the end of the world? Is there an end to these endless waves? Or are they endless like my thoughts and questions?
It feels like I am trying to look for the bottom of the lake with my toes. I am stretching my body out, puckering my lips for air while my toes desperately search for the sand I should be feeling. Instead, I feel the cold of the water seep into my skin. The deepness of the lake feels cold and frightening because I do not know what could be swimming beneath my feet.
I feel lost and alone, and sometimes it scares me while sometimes I feel at peace. I do not want to be anchored in the sea, set like a stone in a place I can not escape. However, sometimes I wish to find the stability, the stability I feel when I finally reach a place in a lake where I can find my footing. When I find my footing I have time to breathe and look at how far I have come already.
This summer finally feels right. Its not a hot girl summer, its special and its mine. Its about things falling into place and smelling sweet and smelling right and okay and peaceful. Its about sitting and being okay with sitting. Its about speaking or not speaking and being okay with both of those things. I keep saying that this is the summer I should’ve lived my senior year of high school, but thats not true. This is the summer I should be living now, when I am 19 years old, coming back from my first year at college. It is a summer to prove that life doesn’t have to be bad if I don’t want it to be, and that I am in control of my life and my self and my destiny. It is a summer to prove that art has power, and friendships are important and can be trimmed or tended as necessary. It is a summer to forget about boys, except the magical ones in my head, and to learn about how I love and who I want to love, and to answer the questions with me, I need to love me and I need to love me however works and however I want. Either way, tonight I rode home with the windows down and the air smelled good. And life feels good.
For the past few months, I’ve been spending most of the time getting lost in my own thoughts. I have to admit that those thoughts aren’t the most profitable. They’re more on the harmful side, to say the least. Now that I’m back in my home town, my mind can finally be at ease. This small quiet town is the only place that’s being recognized as a rest area by my mind for some reasons in which I haven’t been able to figure out yet.
During my peaceful time here, I realized that life isn’t as complicated as I thought, that the idea that I attached myself to might actually have been wrong from the first place. Life is such an amazing thing. It just seems to always surprise you with anything that’s thrown into your path; even just this small discovery that popped out of nowhere. As I spent time traveling around the city, I was greeted with the most calming energy that brought back positivity, the rarest thing to find as pure in my mind, into my system. As the day went by, I realized that Life, itself, is actually quite simple and the one that’s complicated is myself.
For most of my life, I’d always been setting my view on things that are far away. I was never truly satisfied with what I had. When you think of yourself as not enough, it’s just impossible for you to be enough. I’d always have to deal with pressure from within; the unspeakable insecurity that rooted deep down inside. I was stopping my self from showing this side of me while feeling suffocated and depressed on my own. To this day I still believe that there is no justifiable reason for me being sad.
Luckily, I’ve reached the point of my life that I consider to be “the new chapter” where I’m able to add in new ideas that will fix or improve the situation that I was in. I learned to appreciate things that are close to me, to take a step back and be grateful for what I have. I met with a friend who encouraged me to be honest with myself, and understand that it’s okay to be sad and the reasons will always be there, only wait for you to realize and decide whether you would like to share or not. Lastly, but most importantly, I learned that the best way to live a life for me is to always remember that “Life is simple”.