It is easy to demand silence, peace, quiet. It is easy to want to concentrate on your soul and shut your eyes to the chaos that the world is replete with. But that isn’t what peace of mind really is. To be at peace with yourself, you must be eager to have noise and confusion to mingle with your thoughts, to have a collage to interfere with your observation, to have explosions to interrupt the calm, and still find music and harmony in the cacophony.
It’s not religion, or the colour of our skin ; it’s not whether we have a man’s body or a woman’s: it’s our ability to see beauty in another that divides us.
We all have built unshakable walls around the private corners of our heart, and most of us have the doors shut. It isn’t because we fear that people might sneak in, it is because we are waiting for the people who won’t even need to knock on the door and we will hold it open for them. They are the right kind of people.
It is human to have regrets, to make mistakes, to want to badly go back in time to undo a deal or to make a different choice. You’ll be forgiven for wishing to walk back the long road that you’ve come walking- often limping- as an outcome of a Choice! You’ll be forgiven for craving to take The Other Road, making The Other Choice.
Because we are all human. Our regrets define us.
But there’s another truth waiting for us, screaming at us out there, in bold: IT’S ALL WRITTEN!
It’s impossible to connect the dots looking forward. When you first meet a person, nothing about their face or their ways suggests what they’ll be to you in two years. But there comes a change, probably an aggregate of many small ones. A whim by the winds, one turn of the tides, and before you know, you realize the transformation. Flabbergasted is all you can be- sometimes not even that.