It alighted on the leggy pine tree by the lake The sky above rained snow crystal Lake was mirroring the blue sky And zephyr around could cushion it Into a world so high Even the enticing splendour of the country line, Couldn't lure it to fall, get it down of the pine Throughout the end, it dangled wilted In the knees of the pine
Notwithstanding the enticing and crimson tone, The leaf manifested forever could be true
I’m manifestly not refusing that I’ve changed. I won’t act that I’m the same person I was 1 year ago or even 1 day ago. People have this custom of telling you that you’ve change like it’s a disease. People oftentimes serve change as a disease, but change isn’t a disease.
The truth is, I’m at all times going to be me and you’re at all times going to be you and we can't change anything about it. We are living in an ever changing world. We’re always going to be habituating, changing and maturing.
I’m understanding that it’s okay to dig into the past and ascertain how different things are now, how different we’ve all become. How people entered our lives, the ones who left and the ones who stayed. How we were one way, and now we are another. It’s okay if people come in and out of your life.
Change doesn’t just happen overnight. Actually, you’re changing every time you woke up, but you can’t sense it. The truth is, you’ve changed. I’ve changed too and we all are changing.
Some times you look back and you miss the person that you were before, but life is all about growing up and changing all the time. When you change, it only means you’re moving forward and wishing better things for yourself. You’re permitting your world to augment, to become more manifold, to be full of never-ending aspiration.
I am slowly but surely learning, change is an invincible beast. It snatches away everything you thought you knew. It switch your priorities. It gives you an alternate perspective on others and on yourself. It can slay everything your fragile hands have made — but it can also help you remake.
Maybe the me that some persons liked isn’t in me anymore but personally I’m a much bigger fan of the me I saw in the mirror this morning
Out of the dark that enfolds me, As much as you can imagine, I gratitude gods, I thank them For my never-say-die soul. In the demolish clench of circs I have not grimace nor cried distinctly. Under the battering of prospect, Body full of scars, but undefeated. Afar this place of dudgeon and outrage, Emerges but the darkness of the shadow, And yet the jeopardy of the times Finds and shall find me mettlesome. Because I believe and I know I am the author of my destiny, And I am the master of my soul.
Everyone says the best years of my life are just getting started but I feel like I’ve already lived the best years of my life. I’ve had days where I’ve had it all. Now it’s just routine and I hate routine.
The first thing I’m comprehending as I am growing up is that there’s just more uncertainty than before. We’re not the selfsame people we were growing up and candidly, we’re perhaps never going to be that way again. We’re not doing the things we used to and it’s kind of heart-rending to realize that.
Now when you’re older. You aren’t just responsible for yourself, you don’t have the assurance of endless time. The inference of your choices have more value now and you realize you aren’t as a free bird as you wondered you would be.
You also never know when you become a matured adult. But then I am reminded of the truth and all of the uncertainty that is my life right now. I wonder if what I’m doing is right. If it’s growing up or if it’s giving in? I can’t tell or predict which way is the righteous one; I can’t even say what the ways are really.
Am I really going somewhere or just circling the invulnerable way? Growing up is difficult. There’s a lot of uncertainty, a lot of questions, but it’s also hard to realize that I’m never going to live any of those times again.
I’m told ceaseless to fake it till I make it as if it’s ubiquitous advice for adulthood and it’s such a lie for everything I wondered growing up would be. When do you make it? And where are you making to anyway? Do you ever wake up and just know? Know what you are doing is right, who you love is right, who you are or becoming to be is right? Because each time I think I am approaching the right choice, I just see more questions. What I am doing right now is just being.
The only truth is that the future isn’t promising, it’s just unknown and uncertain. I guess I’m just waiting for the time in my life when I can look around me and say to myself “this is what everyone meant when they told me it would get better.”
Insomnia nights Unceasing fights With the souvenirs That unnerve me With the voices That yawp Inside my head The endeavors to Reinvigorate to my Mind, now defunct. But I can't surrender, As I've vows to keep, Words to omit, Hours to reckon As I lounge awake, Smiles to fake, Flaws to efface, Hurdles to overcome And a path to Stumble-on The path which I'm pursuing for, Show me the way O Lord Jesus, Aid me reach Quietude, as I'm Evanescing and I'm lost in the Chaos of my mind
Losing a loved one reminds you how so little time we have in this world. It leaves you with guilt, that if you only knew it would happen sooner, you would have treasured every moment you had with that person; nothing hurts most than knowing that you will not be able to see them again, touch them, feel them or to hear them.
Subsequently the death of someone you were close to, you usually have some kind of new perspective on life. Suddenly, you feel tired & numb, everything matters a bit less, and you lose yourself. When you are drowned in grief, it doesn’t appears like you could ever possible move on and learn to live without that person, but the truth is, it never really gets simple, but instead, you just start to comprehend to rejig to this new life.
You begin to perceive, that nothing really matters in life; nothing except the people you love; not your phone, your status, your fame, your Instagram followers – none of it.
This perspective and inspection of life has taught that death makes you want to value your life and the people around you even more, and to appreciate every little thing around you. We’re the only species on earth who’s aware of their own mortality and yet we live as though we have all the time in the world. As though we have time for the silent treatment, for resentment, for mind games.
I wish we hashed things out instantly rather than prolonging our negative feelings, allowing them to ferment and become more potent with time.
Calmly and leisurely you start to collect up the pieces of your shattered world and put them together in a way that starts to hand you some impetus and significance again. One day, you find yourself crying less than the day before. Another day, you even find yourself laughing, smiling and finding genuine joy and happiness in daily life. One day, the pain has abated more than you ever could have imagine
We have all been there, we’ve mourned too hard and too long. But sadness and despair aren’t the only things you get out of death, no – there’s actually a silver lining.
So. DEFINITELY inspired by Bob Dylan's "Blowin' in the Wind". I've tried to keep the tunes and syllables in mind while writing this but this my first time doing something like this. I'd like to know if this can be turned into a song.
The boy was hurt. He wanted to cry. But they told him that boys never cry. So, he held back his tears.
Years went by. The boy was now an adult. The pain revisited him and he wanted to cry. But they told him that men never cry. He held back his tears again.
As the years went by, he saw people walk into and out of his life but his only constant companion had been his pain. Although he never tried escaping his rendezvous with agony, he had repressed every tear that was borne out of their trysts. For he didn't need the world to tell him that men never cry. He did it himself. The tears kept accumulating all the while but they never got past his eyes. That made him feel proud of himself. I'm a man, he would gloat.
Years went by and he knew he'd soon have to embrace his eventuality. Everyone he knew had long gone away and unlike in the past, he didn't have enough reasons to keep going. He tried to keep his tears at bay but with each passing day, it was getting overwhelming for him. He was gradually losing the courage to tell himself that men never cry.
And one day, he let the tears well up in his eyes. He didn't want them to roll down his face but he wasn't in control anymore. All the pent up emotions he had subdued, all the pain he had suppressed, all the turmoil he had hidden inside, gushed out of his eyes and flooded the core of his existence. It was as if a storm had engulfed him and the only thing that he could do was wait for the storm to pass. But the storm raged on for days. He knew that the rain the storm had brought was a lifetime of torment he had cast aside in ignorance and so, he decided to weather the storm.
After what seemed like ages, the storm finally passed. What followed was a calm. A calm that had eluded him throughout his life. A calm that, he had no idea, would be so comforting. A calm that had cleansed his soul of its naivety. A calm that taught him that he had lived a lie.
And when that realization dawned on him, he wiped the tears off his face and smiled. For he knew he was, indeed, a man now because men do cry. And this time, he wasn't lying.
I have sipped darkness in glasses of lone roads, I have witnessed bees smirking before flowers, I have heard love stories growing up in empty fields I have seen butterflies rejoicing the onset of spring, I have watched windows befriending the wild wind, And I have gazed the sunset entwining fingers with horizon,
All of these, away from the smokes of your CITY LIGHTS.
I know today everyone has seen the corners of nature. They are captured and saved in your devices but I don't know how many of you have actually been to woods and lakes. I really pity those who were born and brought up cities because they would never know nature the way I do. I have spent half of my childhood discovering unique plants in the wild. So, if you can please visit villages or the unaltered parts of nature.