I saw this tree in a park the other day..standing alone! The tree standing there strong made me think. What would this lonely tree think?? Would it think that I am glad to be alone – no one to take the water that I need, no one to take the nutrients I need from the soil. I don’t have to waste my energy on fighting for my daily survival. So what if I don’t have anyone to talk to but at least I am free to do what I want to without being judged or have too many parameters that would define what and how I should do things. OR would it think I don’t have anyone; I have to stay here alone and no one to challenge me to do better.
Think about it – kind of how we would view our lives at different points of time. We love having people around and having them to love, to hate, to compete. But sometimes, we wish we could do things on our own in our own way and not let others define how we should act or live. We just wish we could just follow our instincts, be able to show our emotions as they are and not be shunned down for it. That lonely tree can show its emotions and follow its instincts since there is no one to tell it to behave in a certain way, on the other hand, it does not have anyone around who would be there to see when it is happy or when it is sad. Maybe as humans, we want to share our lives but how much of sharing of our lives causes unhappiness???
Should the lonely tree be happy about being alone or sad that it does not have anyone near?
I don’t remember New Year’s eve as a celebration for the next year or a farewell to the previous year. My favorite memory of New Year’s Eve is me, my brother and my parents sitting and watching TV programs till midnight and as soon as it became next year, we would wish each other and go to sleep. Those days, there used to be fun-filled programs on TV that you could watch as a whole family. It was cold so we would be inside comforters, watching, talking about the programs, my mom would take a break and make some tea and we would laugh together. It used to be wonderful. I don’t think we actually did it because we wanted to celebrate the New Year but I think we did it because we loved having that time together and it became a tradition.
As we and our parents got older, it was difficult to sit till midnight, but we tried till 11 at least. But after all these years, it still brings a smile on my face and I still love those New Year’s eve days!
What is your favorite New Year’s ever memory??
Yesterday, I talked to a friend after a very long time. It brought back some old memories. I thought of the time, (it surely feels like this) that I did not have any worries or never bogged myself down with “what ifs”. I did what I wanted to do, I knew what I wanted to do. My days were busy and at the same time, I was working on my dream. I felt like a free bird learning how to fly and knowing I will soar high one day. And that is the only thing that mattered.
Now I feel I laugh but have hundred things that are going on my mind at the same time. I am soaring high but I am always worried about what is happening on the ground below. The sky is beautiful but I am thinking when some dark clouds will take over. This moment, I am focused but the next moment my focus has been dispersed into different streams. I pride myself on multi tasking but I also feel I am forgetting to enjoy small moments of happiness or accomplishments because I am already thinking of the next thing to come. I always need something to do but I also want to smile heartily after I have done it. It should not be that only if I reach my goal, I should be happy. Knowing that I am one step closer every day to my life long goal should also put a smile in my heart and make me feel confident that even with obstacles, I will be there one day. I should love that though I am walking slowly towards my destination, with every step that I take, I am closer to it. And during this walk, enjoy every small thing that comes in the way.
We all have this inclination to want people to understand us. We see ourselves saying this to ourselves or to the other person – “I was going through this and that is why I acted that way and instead of you understanding what I was going through, you were worried about yourself.” Do we really understand what the other person is going through? In this world, we all have our own pains, we all have our own small or big heart aches. It is understandable that we don’t feel the same every day…one day we may feel we can conquer the whole world…another day we may not feel anything…and another day, we might feel everything is taking us down.W e are humans and we are entitled to our ups and downs.
But are we entitled to another person’s understanding and compassion? If the other person is not having a good day, they might not understand us…if they are having a good day, they might not understand us…if they are having an okay day, still they may not be able to understand us..Why?? Because in every case, they are thinking about their own situation…a bad day would mean they are not able to solve their own problems to take over someone else’s; A good day would mean they don’t want anything else to spoil their wonderful day; an okay day would mean they are listening to you but they are still figuring out their day. No one is bad or selfish because they do that. It is just that we are built that way. It is just that our expectations make us feel that the other person is not able to understand us. If we are able to make adjustments to our own thinking and expect less from others, our disappointments can reduce too and helps in not adding an extra stress to our already existing stressful life. If we only could understand that we are all built-in a different way and we all look at things in different ways…
Does that mean we should not have expectations?? What will you do??
There is a bend around the corner,
The one I have feared for a long time,
I take one step forward but…
Take two back because I am afraid ,
I am afraid of what I might encounter at the bend,
My mind is always filled with “what if it is something bad?”
My fear over shadows my willingness,
My doubts cloud up the road in which I am standing right now,
This dense fog is not allowing me to see,
The confusion makes me just stand where I am,
But I know if I have to touch my dream,
If I have to find what I have lost,
I have to move forward and…………..
KEEP GOING and brave myself to go around the bend!!
Everyone has a story in their life, which they may or may not share with others. I have met many people in my life who have their own share of experiences. A visit to an orphanage made me realize it even deeper. The person managing it had a story that I have only read or seen in movies. But as he was telling his story and the reason behind him working for an orphanage rather than a comfortable job that would fetch him good money, he made a statement – These kids here have a much more sadder and deeper story than me, knowing that makes me forget what I am going through and feel blessed I have been chosen to help these kids.
From young kids to old people, everyone has a story. Life is full of stories; some so painful that are stashed so far behind in our memory that we wish they never show their face again. Some stories so happy that we want them to repeat over and over again. Some stories that we feel ashamed of, some that we are proud of. But all of them make what we are today, how we define ourselves today.
Do you have a story?
Yesterday, while talking to my very good friend, I realized something very deep about her. I have known her for years and I thought I already knew her well. But what we talked about yesterday was completely baffling to me. I felt as if I hadn’t talked to her for years and I am just getting to know her.
It struck me that we could know a person for years but not actually know them as deeply as we thought. Me and my friend have shared a lot of events, happiness, sadness in our lives. We talk a great deal with each other….but still I didn’t know as much as I thought. In fact, I think I understood her much better yesterday than I ever have.
How many of us have such people in our lives who we think we know very well but do we understand them?? Do we know what makes them that individual?? We all may have someone in our lives that we share our deepest secrets with, but still do we really know them, not just daily stuff or their behavior..but who they are, what has shaped them in their life?
It lead me to another realization – when you understand the other person, you have a new sense of admiration and a completely different perspective about them than the one you had for years!