The words were still there
Beyond the radius of understanding.
I yearn for some sunshine…
In this ominous evening.
Flying like ‘paper planes’
Flying with eternal devotion…
“If you can look at the sunset and smile, then you still have hope. If you can see the good in other people, then you still have hope. If you meet new people with a trace of excitement and optimism, then you still have hope. If you give people the benefit of the doubt, then you still have hope. If the suffering in others still fills you with pain, then you still have hope. If you still watch love stories or want endings to be happy, then you still have hope. If you can look at the past and smile, then you still have hope. If, when faced with bad and told everything is futile, you can still look up at the end of the conversation and say "yeah, but..." then you still have so much hope. If you still offer your hand of friendship to those who have touched your life, then you still have hope. If you refuse to let a friendship die or accept that it must end, then you, very much, still have hope.”
Hope…It’s a tiny little thing that can make the biggest difference, and you won’t even know it. It is indeed a sweet word. It makes us dream, makes us long, gives us zeal, gives us courage and keeps us motivated…our dreams reciprocates to hope. Dreams may be unfulfilled but hope always keeps them alive, if one dream stops, hope leads us to another.
Life, at times…becomes chaotic, becomes hard, becomes discouraging, becomes lonely, and becomes frustrating. The limitations in us are created by us…the more we hope, the more we dream, more we represent our own being. We may have been subject to some disappointments, but all we need to do is hope and take action. We are more likely to get results from ourselves than from other people. It's no certainty that someone's going to always be there to pick us up; at times we need to do it our self. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.
Most of the time, we try and try and at the end we let go. The fall is always beautiful. It confers a sense of comprehension, accompanied by an appalling sense of sinking. We lose the will to breathe, the persuasion to open our mouth wide, wide enough to admit the freezing panic that will certainly drown us.
All I would like to say is always keep hoping for the good, as the Chinese say, keep a green tree in your heart, the singing bird will surely come! It’s never late or early…all we need is to hope. And the choice is always ours.
This is tough. This is really a difficult thing for me to type. There is a love song in my thoughts that summed up the way that I felt. In my view it is so beautiful, honest, true and mesmerizing…something a woman could not resist. In true sense, something to sing about. Excluding the fact that I don't sing, may be I would sing it to the loved ones in my life. But seriously, this has been stuck in my head a while. A romantic gesture to be precise.
So much to say, but nothing comes out right. She makes me feel something I can't describe. I always catch myself thinking about the things she does. There isn't anyone else I need; I've got my heart set on her. Day by day, I find my way. Look for the song and the meaning. Then she looks at me, and I always see what I have been searching for. I'm lost as can be. And her eyes, she should see the way they glow when she smiles. I know, she would love it when I sing 'The Song'. She would just melt in my arms and I could feel her heart beat...and I'm not lost anymore.
Well…all this while, let us go through a free verse...got the feeling that my heart holds something like this and it will creep up on my mind sooner or later.
Moonlight shines upon your face
I gaze into your eyes
My heart begins to skip a beat
As I begin to realize.
You bring to me a feeling
Which I have never felt before
A feeling of contentment
Happiness and more.
I will always be beside you
Be your friend and lover
I promise you this day
There will never be another.
Because we were meant to be
And that is without a doubt
I never knew what love was
Or what it was all about.
And then you walked into my life
And showed me what I was missing
Truly you were sent from above
Only God could create such a blessing.
We can’t blame the culture surrounding us; after all it is others culture as Indian culture is ours. We people usually underestimate our country and overestimate foreign countries. The culture always lies in citizens. The western culture has influenced us in many good ways like they have made us move along with the world. If one is influenced by western culture its not that you have to forget your culture. I think one is good enough to decide which is good or bad. But instead of taking bad things of it let us take good things out of it. If you are really interested in getting addicted to the Western culture, get to know about their mannerism and neatness of the surroundings. Wearing Jeans and minis is not enough to acquire the western culture. Nobody can be forced to do things unless one wants to.
It’s us…yes…we are representing our generation. Come on people. Yeah culture isn't the most fascinating/interesting thing in the world (even though I would argue it is INCREDIBLY fascinating and endlessly changing and evolving). But it affects every one, whether you want to believe it or not.
Dreams… are the window through which we look at our life, they lead us to things we always wanted, and their fulfillment makes us happy. When we want something we immediately start making plans to get to it, the permutations and combination's. Our mind juggles through the options we have…and takes the flight to the target almost spontaneously. Yes, our minds are so sensitive that they tend to make ‘paper planes’ every now and than, it takes off immediately and reaches the destination before we actually do or sometimes we don’t even get near.
Recently while going through the lyrics of a song, I came across these lines…
I fly like paper; get high like planes
I get one down in a second if you wait…
So true and so close to our lives. It’s not always that our flight from dream to reality reaches the destination we always wished for…sometimes it is buried young; sometimes we don’t get what we desire.
Dreams or may be aspirations give a path to our life, a much needed direction to it. It is always risky to explore the unknown, but may be we risk more by backing up. We never know what is waiting for us in the very next step, true sometimes it may be painful, sometimes joyful but may be sometimes we find our self with a better result. Pitiful is the person who is anxious of taking risks. Perhaps this person will never be disappointed or disillusioned; perhaps won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow.
So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.
We generate our own environment. We get exactly what we deserve. How can we resent a life we've created ourselves? Who's to blame, who's to credit but us? Who can change it, anytime we wish, but us? In life we can have results or reasons. If we are not getting the results we want, our reasons are the lies that we keep telling our self.
Someone said, “Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree…Some of them wanted to use you, some of them want to be used by you. Some of them want to abuse you; some of them want to be abused.”
When you want what your heart desires, what do you do? 'Coz you can't imagine of anything else that feels right! And yet it's very subtle.
May be we should let the fears go, embrace it all for what it is, and make a silent prayer that the dream is as much yours, as you are the dreams'.