Connect the dots forward

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.


When in a storm 

Perfection is the highest form of lie, the greatest illusion, the worst deception. None of us fall into the category of 100% specklessness. Fortunately, we don’t need perfection to leave our mark on the lives around us. The goodness radiating out of us shines through the flaws, no matter how dark they are stained, and the illumination reaches far beyond our sight. The goodness is contagious, whether or not we see proof of it. All we need is the courage to soil our hands to lift up another, when need arises. All that counts is whether we head on ahead mindlessly, or turn back to save an absolute stranger from under the rubble. Our character is what shows from beneath the mask, when thrown in a storm.  

Letting go

Clench your fist tight and hold it that way for long, and it will stiffen your joints and hurt your muscles. Loosen your grip and you’ll see that blood will flow right up to your finger tips and rejuvenate you. Holding on is important, for sure. But so is it to know when your hand needs the blood, and that the holding on tight is toxic to you. Only after letting go you will realise that it was liberating to know you could stretch your fingers, and that your hand could actually accommodate something worth simply holding and appreciating than forcefully captivating.

Blinded. Contented. 

We are all blinded; either by the past, the present, or the prospect of future. Most times, we can’t help it. Other times, we refuse to be helped. We trust the haze far more than we could ever trust clarity. We find solace looking for patterns in clouds than be shown the sun. We rather be groping in the dark than be hitting the bull’s eye under a focus. That’s how we get going, that’s how we pull through, that’s how we survive. 

The reality is too much to grasp. 

Time Travel 

Those who believe that the world is small are living in illusions. The world is massive; awestriking in expanse and infinite in time. Like we cannot be at different places at the same time, we cannot expect time to turn according to our whims. We are all born with our tiny eternities. When in doubt, trust these eternities to carry you home. When you feel daunted by deadlines and others’ timelines, believe that the time travel of the world doesn’t have to coincide with yours. When impatient, remind yourself: It will happen, when it has to. 

The temporary called ‘Forever’. 

‘Forever’ is a lie. ‘Forever’, ever said by anyone, to anyone, is a lie! Because nothing remains once its time is up. Days become nights, seasons turn, we topple over our heads, change our minds; and in the chaos that ensues, promises don’t stand a chance. The people we were certain would last a lifetime, become a liability. The relations we could bet our life on, suddenly change shape. What seemed perfect then, looks all wrong now. No matter how firmly we write our names in the sands of life, the tide of time is sure to wash it away.

And Forever ends, just like that!

Un-Containing happiness

What are you scared of? How does shutting your eyes tight help? You fear you’ll lose all your happiness if you let it open for view for those incapable of creating it themselves? Happiness is no good if you need to protect it. It doesn’t come with conditions. What may come with conditions, is probably the urge for happiness. 

You cannot contain happiness and preserve it. It is not food saved for the winter. Happiness is not a mountain peak; it is every stone and pebble you stumble upon, on your way there. 

Happiness doesn’t need to brim out of eyes, it is supposed to radiate out of you. After all, you may get robbed of the things that you contain, but you cannot be depleted of the things you’re made of.