Been a long time since I wrote something, hope you like it. Maybe the lack of practice is evident, but I'm hoping to get back on track. This is just another chain of dark thoughts crossing my mind, considering the present war situations between different countries. I wish everything gets back to normal. Have a read, hope you like it! @mirakee@writersnetwork #mirakee#writersnetwork#pod
October is one of the most enchanting months in India. From the Navratras to Diwali, the chain of festivals give the nature a different allure. It's neither too cold, nor too hot; it's a perfectly pleasant weather. The wind starts to blow a little bit and everything seems to be surreal. And how can one forget the lovely powerful fragrance of Raat Ki Rani flower (Night-Jasmine) I get a different feeling in this month which makes October very close to my heart. As a result, I wrote this #mirakee#pod#writersnetwork#ceesreposts @mirakee@writersnetwork
1) NOT studying and getting distracted (Trust me, I am really very good at this).
2) Watching Friends and Impractical Jokers again and again and listening to music all day long.
3) Not taking a bath early morning and only taking in the evening (This is in general so don't think of me as a dirty guy ).
4) Thinking I am a guy blessed with some cool supernatural powers like seeing the future, lifting stuff with psychic voltage, and as a result being lost in my own world of supernatural fantasies (Yeah, this is a sick one).
5) Suppressing my desires to read and write just to give time to the stupidity PCM beholds.
6) Eating and cooking is my all time favorite pastime, and yeah, I can cook pretty well, and also can eat anything except homemade green veggies.
7) Getting scolded by my mom on petty issues (Punjabi moms, you know!).
8) Watching horror in complete darkness and as a result being afraid of sleeping alone in my room at night.
9) Irritating my younger sister for no apparent reason (That's the best and very pleasing at times)
10) Messing around with everyone like ringing doorbells and running away, etc.
Although the above content is absolutely true, yet if it hurts someone in any way, then I am sorry. This is intended only for fun purpose.
Human expressions particularly address the possibility of tasteful experience. A tasteful encounter is one in which your faculties are working at their pinnacle when we are available in the current moment when we're resounding with the fervor of this thing that we are facing when we are completely alive.Writing encourages us make craftsmanship out of regular, normal moments.We write to find meaning. We write to discover new people ,to built new connection with them. Truth be told,I write to search for that reason of my existence as it's quite clear that life is never made terrible by conditions, yet simply by absence of importance and reason. Consistently, when we write we are making something. And afterward, with the snap of catch, we can impart it to the world.Humans have an implicit need to positively influence the world. We need to rejuvenate new things, to form things into the picture we have in our minds, to curb the earth. If I am being straightforward, i would concur that it is ideal to live for eternity. However, on the off chance that we can't live everlastingly genuinely, for what reason can't our memory live for eternity? This what i think when i write. To all the people out there keep writing..and share your ideas and your experiences.And thanks to "MIRAKEE" for giving me this platform to write.
The feeling of not being picked by somebody you need is a crappy inclination, it harms our hearts, it wounds our personalities, it makes us question that we aren't attractive by any means. Let's face it. Not being picked harms. Particularly when you're not picked by somebody you picked, somebody you saw a future with, somebody with whom you accepted to have a truly solid association.
We've all accomplished not being picked by somebody we needed. Perhaps they didn't need a relationship. Perhaps they were a truly gifted player who made them accept for a period that they needed us, just to confuse us. Whatever the purpose behind them not picking us, we traversed it. We licked our injuries, we recuperated, and we proceeded onward.
Yet, what's more regrettable than not being picked for the above reasons, isn't being picked in light of the fact that they picked another person. What's more, damn… that opens up a totally different ton of pain and uncertainty. That is something that regardless of how certain I am, or how hard I continually run after confidence, another person being picked over me makes me question such a great amount about myself. It makes me question all that I know. It shows up, my character, my humor and if in some cases I go too far excessively far. It makes me overanalyze exactly how we're being decided by expected accomplices, which makes me give little credit to what exactly truly matters… the strength of the association. It makes me question my judgment, the manner in which I get circumstances, and how I highly on fault in understanding individuals.
And this is the place where we battle. We battle with the obscure. We battle with the why. We battle with the unexplainable. With the way that regardless of the amount we think we know, how instinctive we think we will be, we battle in light of the fact that there is consistently the opportunity that we can be caught unaware, particularly infatuated. We need to surrender control of what it is we think we know, of what it is we think we comprehend. Since toward the day's end, regardless of how insightful we trust ourselves to be or the amount we think we think about connections, we won't ever have any screwing thought with regards to why individuals settle on the decisions they make. We won't ever truly know or comprehend why they don't pick us even after we've given such a large amount of ourselves to them, regardless of how secure we were figuring they would. In any case, perhaps shouldn't have the foggiest idea about these things. Possibly we should simply accept them as learning encounters and life exercises whose reason for existing is to help us develop, love ourselves, and not base our value on whether individuals pick us.
So how about we put in more effort to relinquish the deep yearning to know why. We should attempt to relinquish what isn't intended to be. Attempt to genuinely and intellectually let go of we can't handle and recall that the solitary thing we can really control is ourselves, our activities, and our decisions.