And every once in a while there comes a time when you feel so low, yet wonder ‘Do I even have anything to lose?’
– Suri
And every once in a while there comes a time when you feel so low, yet wonder ‘Do I even have anything to lose?’
– Suri
We all have different stories. No two people living on this planet can have the exact same story. Each one of us has a different set of the past, the present and the future. We can have similar stories, and sometimes that’s how people connect. But at other times we have our stories so entirely different than those around us that we may find it very difficult to connect. There are no connecting dots or no parallel lines or – if geometry interests you that much then, I’d say – no concentric circles!
Yet, we – as social beings – have to find ways to connect through those differences.
Every day is a new day. Each day brings us new hope, new opportunities, new experiences. Some days are good, while some are not as good. But they are part of our story, aren’t they? The good days, the bad ones, the ones where we cried for a small bar of chocolate and also the ones where we cried out of joy at the birth of our child. They all help in creating an outline of our story – the particularly major ones.
I believe that our stories create us as an individual, as a human. Yes, our decisions mould us into an individual. But what are those decisions based upon? – our experiences! And what are those experiences? – our stories!! So take wise decisions and make your story the best one of all, let it reverberate throughout the histories of the future.
Good luck. Have a nice day!
– Suri
I sometimes wonder why do I care so much. There are people who absolutely give no shit about others and yet they are doing all fine. Of course they do. The life of an individual doesn’t depend on another. Everyone makes their own destiny. Humans create their path to success alone. Yet they are social animals. They can’t be completely alone. They need to have friends, family, someone to love, someone to trust. Also it’s a very risky job to trust someone in today’s world. There are just too many complications involved. You can never tell the true intentions of a fellow human. Trusting animals is way better.
— Suri
Life is a constant game of improvising. We are never stable. We keep on learning new stuff. In the process unknowingly, we transform ourselves. It’s as if like, Δ – the Greek symbol for Change – is directly proportional to the number of years we live for!
“You’ve changed“, they say. “Changed for good, yeah“, is all you want to say.
– Suri
Today I have this giddy feeling inside my stomach, as I start a new phase of my life. Would I be able to fulfill my goals, my requirements? Or would I just waste the years to come in utter confusion and disbelief? Hoping for the best; wish me luck people! 😛
– Suri
“Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be on a high dose of Veritaserum* ? Spilling out the truths, all at once, without worrying about it’s consequences. True, even my darkest secrets would be revealed; but, once it’s gone, it’s GONE!! It won’t dare trouble me ever again. Ah, so liberating!” – She thought.
Veritaserum* – a powerful truth serum/ potion. (a Harry Potter reference)
– Suri
Sometimes I wonder what would it be like to spend my weekends on clouds. Away from humdrums, away from people, from responsibilities, from the monotonous struggles of our daily life and away from drama. Then a thought strikes me- “Oh no. There are no dogs up there! Ugghh! Plan cancel.” *wink*
– Suri
The day he saw a shiny, innocent twinkle in the eyes of a poor cobbler, he decided that humanity still exists. It was a day when he took a vow not to underrate anybody. It was also the day when he pledged to spread the word about dignity of labour.
– Suri
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Maybe crying is just an indicator that you are growing stronger. Maybe the number of tears that you shed is directly proportional to the degree of growth in your strength. Maybe your resilience; your ability to recover quickly from your distress, is a clear corroboration to it. Never give up! 😉
– Suri
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When an empathy is mistaken as an act of selfish deed. When people misunderstand a genuine concern to be an intrusive act. When there’s no one to share my dilemma with. When the chaos in my mind never stop wrangling. I choose to write. As an escape from the turmoil. *wink*
– Suri