‘Life is not a bed
of roses’ they say. Yet few proclaims that without adversity, it has no flavour
of adventures because it is that ugly travel which at times trip us to a beautiful
part of our life’s destination. But it is also due to that rough sail that
wears and tears our passion to live by and acid tests the positive mindsets towards
living our life.
However, realizing
that life isn’t a dress rehearsal, I lived it. And eventually, I survived the stormy
sails of these many years, and precisely 2015, nonetheless. The voyage was
certainly harsh as the thorny part of the journey deflated almost every sphere
of my dreams.
While I knew that
there is nothing such as happy endings or life sans hardships in this temporary
existence, such weather of journey has rather been a permanent forecast for me
due to its recurrent occurrence for quite a long time now. Every so often, life
has impulsively thrown me a thread of clueless questions that either perfectly
dint work with any of my therapy or ransomed solutions that were just beyond my
capacity. But in all cases, I managed to triumph over those adversities that
came by, though sustaining with mental bruises of frustration so as to achieve a
poignant victory.
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I have certainly collected
many beads of woeful memories that is sufficient to make one rosary of harrowing
reminiscences. Also, a myriad of stories has been stacked up in the archive of
my little memory that each line can indeed qualify to toss yet another layer of
a narrative.
But seriously, realizing
that life isn’t a dress rehearsal, I drank up every cup of a little joy I could
buy with the currency of my tinsel luck. I have ironed my feelings of being
less and knew that it is also possible to be happy with less (Though arguably, it
was by far easier to be happy with more). I kept a tab on, to harness and glue the
pieces of my courage to survive my life on its own design.
And last but foremost,
I dint want to quit sculpturing my feelings into words and hoard them in the museum
of my blog. That’s the reason I started to pour in my feelings after sheltering
for a pretty 2 months stint.
The dark days make the sunshine and the rainbows even more valuable.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more with you. Thanks
DeleteYes, it is always better to live as yourself...truly...
ReplyDeleteNice post.
In the world that is polluted with the dust of the hell's smell, it is increasingly taxing to hold on our own identity. But I am making it go my own way. Thanks for visiting.
DeleteWell, you certainly felt and understood what I meant... it is hard to see the joy sometime when it feels as if all we have is trials...it is there though, it is within us from every challenge we have survived and came through a better person... very good post Dumcho xox
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