Tuesday 28 January 2014

MindBits #2

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep/ But I have promises to keep/ And miles to go before I sleep/ And miles to go before I sleep." ~Robert Frost
 
How easy it is to stop believing in your dreams, to fall for the distractions, to be convinced of your insignificance or to be just tired of getting up, working the hardest you can and not getting anywhere.

But that’s what dreams-becoming-reality is made up of:  conviction, to believe in your dreams with all your heart and have wildest faith in them, wildest faith in yourself. Because how much ever we would like to believe that we are at a disadvantage and accept the situation and wallow in self-pity, we are not at a disadvantage. Instead we are at the biggest advantage a human is capable of getting and that is of having a dream.

They make our lives significant and bring a peace in their own absurd way. They focus our minds away from the mist and help us towards something that shall truly satisfy us, or maybe not. Who knows for sure? Maybe the chase would have, at the end, been for naught. But it’s as they say: it’s all about the journey and none about the destination. So as long as I am on this journey and enjoying it, I shall continue.

 

 

 

Sunday 19 January 2014

MindBits #1


"Because it's only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away." ~BeeGees, Words
 
Can you fall in love with words? Because I think I have. I think I appreciate the beauty of these things far more than the beauty of her folded lips. I think I appreciate the company of these words far more than the company of the ensued silence between us.

I wonder why that is? Is that because I am a loner? I believe not. I think it’s to do with security. I think it’s to do with belongingness.

I feel I belong with words and they belong to me.  They are my constant reminders that not all life breathes.

They give me hope in the direst of places and love in all its faces. They make me believe in impossible things, make me believe that we are more alike than we think but at the same time, we are made in peculiar ways and have more ability than we know to achieve the  heart’s widest desires.

They leave me at times wondering, is our soul restricted to this world? Not at all. Words put forth the astounding fantasies in the most plausible manner. They dream up thousands of worlds. Can you believe it, a single mind of mortal existence capable of something so phenomenal?