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Go, if it makes you happy.
Go, if your heart is in a hurry.
Go, if my love is not enough.
Go, if my pain doesn't make you worry.
Go, if my words hurt you.
Go, if there's anything I lack.
Go, but always remember this:
Go, and never come back.
What'd happen if we knew
the meaning of life, true?
What'd all women and men
attempt to discover, then?
"I wanna run through the halls of my high school.
I wanna scream at the top of my lungs.
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world,
just a lie you've got to rise above..."
- John Mayer
When I call you a "friend", what do I mean? This is question many may have asked themselves. Luckily, with experience, I consider myself capable of answering it - Experience of my own, and the experiences of others.
We take friendship lightly, we take it for granted, we sometimes smother it with our own hands. In our own blindness, we fail to realize what true friendship is.
It is not only hanging out with people we like. It is not only giggling with someone secretly while making fun of others. It is not only going with someone for trips. It is not only shopping with just one set of people, every single time. It is not only inviting someone wherever we go. It is not only just ...
I know it has been a good life, and dotted throughout this good life, are moments and people that you look back in time to, and say, "these are my mistakes." I know you've been hurt by them, and sometimes by yourself. You want to forgive them, but you know this is not an easy thing to do: your heart doesn't allow you.
But why don't you look at the shinier side? Haven't these people and moment been lessons? Do you think you would know what not to do, had you not made these mistakes? Think of how deeply hidden the truth would have been behind this conjured veil.
Think of what you now know!
I understand how difficult it is to live with lies, everyday. I know how painful it is to b...
People ask me what I dream about. Perhaps they imagine scenes so grandiose enough to fail to be contained in one's vision, or something so far-fetched that it can be seldom imagined. They believe dreams are always for things that cannot be obtained.
Yet, in the deepest recesses of my heart, I long for simple things. I wish to lie down with you on damp grass, away from the city, far from the populace. I wish to spend an entire night with you just gazing at the stars; to join them with imaginary lines, and form objects and people that make you happy. I wish to see clouds passing above us, so you can look at them and smile. I know you like clouds, and they make you happy. I wish...
I saw you shining tonight. You had covered half of your journey through the sky. Your light caressed the quiet river and the marshes, and they shimmered silently. Only the breeze made sound, humming a sweet, low song. The trees stood strong, but there was profound gentleness in the way their leaves rustled. God was singing His lullaby.
It was quiet.
Sometimes, it is all that we need.
Last night, I dreamed about a person who once a friend, but no longer is. I dreamed that I sat at the edge of a slippery cliff, and would move because I was scared I'd fall in the deep gorge. The horror felt very real! I could think of nothing that would save me. I thought I would die of hunger, if not of falling down. So I sat down, waiting for my death.
Then came a hand, and a voice. It was that person. I asked what he was doing there. He calmly said "I've come to save you. Now let's go." He took my hand, and guiding me to safety. I was still confused, and I asked, "Why did you save me?" He, still calm, replied, "Because you saved me once. I was living a life of lies, and you made me reali...
It is funny how lonely you can feel due to absence of just one person.
It is even funnier that you come to know how much they mean to you, only after they are far away.
The house seems empty.
The streets look different.
Time appears to no longer move.
Even a cup of coffee is not the same, anymore.
It is in these times that you realize how much you truly love them. It is in these times that you come to know how much they mean to you. Your heart whispers a small prayer for them, each moment. You pray that they remain safe.
That they return soon.
Remember me? We were once friends. You used to advise me often. You would to hold my hand, and ask me to help you conquer the world. Whether I had to curse someone, or break relations I thought had value, I did it for you. Because I trusted you, I believed in your faith on our alliance. As a reward, you made me feel good, showering me with praises. We were Belligerent Buddies! Life seemed good. Everything felt right.
Then came Patience. It quietly entered my life and waited for me to take a look. It asked me for nothing, except that I remain quiet and respond to nothing that you said. It was boring to follow it at first, but I soon understood how wrong I had been all the while. ...
It goes without saying that you are an inseparable and important part of consciousness. It is due to your existence that there exists all learning, and in turn, all knowledge. It is to your credit that we know whatever we are capable of knowing. But perhaps the most important of your qualities is that you remain when all go away. And your proactive demeanor is the stuff of legends - you can be triggered by something as simple as a song or a scent. I cannot thank you enough for your presence.
However, as has been the case with many of my previous letter recipients, you come with drawbacks. There are times when I wish you simply cease to be. You cause me to remember my difficult ...
You are rarer than gold, yet few of us realize your worth.
I am sorry for your state.
What is it with you? Why do you look so frail? Why do you appear so weak? Are you old?
It seems as if a single blow will break your back. I imagine standing in front of you, but momentarily closing my eyes when you receive the blow. I imagine opening my eyes later, only to find you scattered around me. I imagine weeping at your terrible death, and wondering how hard it must have been for you, your last moments. I imagine it all.
But in reality, when I witness you getting tortured by my difficult moments, like an innocent accused chained in a dungeon, being beaten to within an inch of his life, I see you standing on your feet. They force you to give up. They coerce you to believe...
I wanted to collectively address this to you and Life, but we all know how much you despise each other. I have heard that you don't look eye to eye, and she usually leaves when you come over. Pity, if you ask me. Some siblings just can't get along well, and I am sorry.
Another reason I write this only to you is that I feel cheated by Life, at times. On the other hand, you are quite straightforward. No matter how bitter and intimidating, you are The Ultimate Truth!
I would, hence, like to ask you (which is also the primary objective of this letter) about how to deal with your sister. At times, she is hard to handle, makes me regret about my actions, sometimes too monotonous, som...
Do you remember me? May be you do, and why not? I have been fooled by you so many times that I have lost count. I know what you are, and I know your power. I know you are aware of my belief in you. I know you don't enjoy this belief as much as you enjoy my silliness. I know your strength, which is the fact that you possess almost no weaknesses. You really play your games well.
You shroud yourself, sometimes in tears, sometimes is words of trust, and sometimes in a smile. You have learnt the tricks of deception too well. You are a Venus Flytrap for an insect like me. You just know how to win, because you are the very embodiment of guile.
But how long will this continue? Will ...
You exist in so many forms. You are present in the eyes of a mother witnessing her child smile, and in the blush of a lover who just received a kiss. You exist in the pat of a friend who never stops supporting, and in the excitement of a kid who just bought a brand new balloon. You are found everywhere, and that's good.
But you are often misunderstood. We don't like to believe that you can be imperfect. But you ARE flawed, because you sometimes take us away from what is right. You make us blind. And by the time we realize, you leave our company. That is good, too, because that is how we learn from you.
Dear Happiness, try to be attuned to what is right. If not, help us lear...
Dear Fellow Humans,
Imagine you are sitting someplace where peace prevails. You sit resting your back on the trunk of a solitary tree by a placid lake. Soft, soothing breeze combs your hair gently. There is no sound, save that of the birds and distant frogs. You are experiencing life coming to a standstill, and you are free from worries.
Now take your index finger to your wrist, and feel your pulse. Visualize millions of red blood cells passing through that point in your wrist that very moment, each locomoting due to your heartbeats. The heart itself beats thousands of times in your lifetime, and your wrist is not the only place it supplies blood. Each organ, each point in y...
Dear Difficult Times,
How hardworking you are! You keep trying to derail my life, setting everything else aside.
How much you persevere! You keep coming back, again and again.
How powerful you appear! You bring me to the very brink of giving up.
How faithful you seem! No matter how many times you are turned away, you come back.
But despite all this, why can't you overwhelm me? Why is it so difficult for you? Why don't you win? Are you scared? Have your guts disappeared?
Do you know the answers to these questions? It doesn't matter if you do... I don't give a damn.
You are on the brink of something remarkable. Something that will change your life for better or worse, depending upon the decisions you make. In the midst of all the confusion, all the mess, all the perplexity, always remember to do the right thing, no matter how unhappy it makes you.
Because choosing the right thing is the greatest measure of courage.
And you, my friends, have courage beyond your grandest imaginations, for you have only experienced a small amount of it so far. You are capable of great things, of which being righteous is perhaps the most important.
Good luck. May God be with you.
In a drab cage of a lonely house,
a little bunting had a home.
All she knew was the rusted bars
and the semi-golden dome.
She was born and grew up in there,
not knowing about the world.
Her wings were all but useless now,
for they were never unfurled.
For a long time she lived happy there,
oblivious to what lay beyond.
Her freedom was never a thought
since she was part of her spawn.
One day from her drab old cage,
she saw a flock of pardalotes.
They flew like kings and glided fine,
high up, they appeared to float.
All of a sudden, she grew morose,
and took a look at her wings.
She wondered of the open sky,
she wondered of unseen things.
She knew that she had had enough
and tried to get t...
Do you know what binds us together?
Do you know what causes us to look after each other when we are in pain?
Do you know what causes us to share things from the deepest depths of our hearts, because we know we won't judge each other?
It is what we feel when we cover each other's mistakes.
It is what drives us to take risks for each other's well-being.
It is what reminds us that a friend's happiness means more than the world.
It is the very essence of every friendship that ever existed, exists now, or will ever exist!
And we are friends, because we trust each other. May this trust never wither.
I will never give in to you. Instead, I will step on you and climb towards success.
I lived you, one day at a time.
I saw you passing right before my eyes, like an endless train of moments.
I took you for granted. I let you go.
I only realized how beautiful you were only when you went too far.
I tried to chase you, and be reunited with you.
But were too fast for me.
Years later, I still yearn for you.
To live you for one day,
to feel what I felt in those days,
to laugh uninhibited,
to cry unashamed.
That lack of responsibilities and stress,
that abundance of playfulness and innocence,
that beauty in small things,
that inquisitiveness to understand the world.
One day I will be too old to walk,
and I will recall the times I ran in playgro...
Dear Broken-hearted people,
I know some people in your lives were once a beautiful realities, but are now unfulfilled dreams.
They left you distraught, I know. But tell me, would you have been able to see this soothing morning, had you not woken up from that deep slumber?
This morning is your hope. And hope is all you need.
Make this morning your reality.
Do what you love. It is a great way to be yourself.
You are what you do! And if you aren't what you like to do, you can't love yourself.
And if you do not love yourself, you cannot be happy.
If you aren't happy, you cannot make others happy.
So, if you do what you love to do, you also make others happy.