Why is there always a fear that if you stop for a while, the world will race ahead of you? If you are not fit enough, you'll not be required. If you are not talented enough, you will not be accepted. If you are not enterprising enough, you won't be popular. If you are not quick
enough, you will lag behind.In this rat race, it has become difficult to do things as and when you want to- on your own terms. If you are down, you got to be able to take your own time to stand upright again and begin to walk. But the mind is restless. It does not want to drag itself on the floor because the of the stiff....unfit body.
There begins a constant battle between the mind and the body then. The body needs time and the mind doesn't want to give it any. The body doesn't know when it will be able to walk back again, hand-in-hand with the mind and the mind is too restless to live in this kind of uncertainty.Then the mind loosing it's patience becomes cold. Cold to it's surroundings. Disillusioned. It begins to look for resons to move on...to live on and the only reason could be life itslef.I have begun to look for motivation to be back in good form. I want to keep my positivity alive. Things will always be fine and situations will always get better. And you live on through moments of dispair, pain and hurt only because you believe that life will be better and with time the pain will subside.
I can see the clouds hovering around the skyline. Peeping from behind the skyscrappers. Bringing hope of a new life. Evoking a sense of refreshment, renewal and rejuvination. Passing on the messege that a new phase of life is about to begin. The hope of rains. Rains that will wash me clean, and make me new again.Rains, whenever they come, evoke nostalgia. I think of the happy times, of my loved ones and of love, of the romantic moments, and fun things. They always take me back in time and remind me that life is beautiful. I fell happy- plain, simple state of joy.
Pain will soon be replaced by joy. It's the hope we live on.
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