"She was walking through a field with her friend when she spotted a smell fragrant flower and picked it up. She wondered from all the seasons, which flower is she? If she was a flower, how does nature define her identity? She looked at the petals, pondered how nature’s palette would paint her upon this season’s canvas. Her eyes rejoice upon sight of flowers blooming around her, but soon joyous no longer be a companion of her, as she kept wondering what if this flower was her. Her somber smile faded away and her soul felt pain, as tears poured rain through her eyes, when this delicate flower reflected her character and personality. She had never experienced this pain, nor was she ever a flower, till this day when her soul inhaled flower’s passionate spirit. As she pondered, questioning why, about this and that, things she should have done, but it’s too late, as she has already picked it up. Confusion of her mind was plagued by battles within her heart, deliberating whether the seed of her regret will bleed or die. Then, she whispered to the flower, “I don’t know your name, but I fondly believe in my heart you will forever belong.” She held her friend’s hand and kept walking through the field. But she was no longer the same girl"
Everyday I hold back myself to look up the day I moved through . Nothing will be special but I notice something uncommon in my activities even though it is all a part of my routine . And I think this finding is what makes me move to the next day even though the routine is the same .
Waking up at 5 , practicing some breathing exercises then studying my lessons , dressing and a 15 minutes walk to college is all about my morning . My evenings start with coffee and newspapers (as I'm a law student ) then bathing , prayer , dinner and finally back to lessons . Inbetween this I make a call to home (as I stay in hostel ) and check my phone .
Even though I do this , I still find uncommon things in them each day making a feeling of happiness to myself . This make me think each day is different and is special in its own way . I walk on the same road everyday but the things I see there are totally different . I sit in the same class but again I see different teachers and different study materials . See ! everything is different from last day .
We won't be having rare incidents everyday to make us move on to progress but everyday will provide a new sunshine to one who is ready to look through another angle . Everyone cannot become the milestone of the nation like Gandhiji and A. P. J Abdul Kalam but you can become yourself if you are ready to view things differently . We cannot make a great improvement in one day. It's a day to day process of growth . You change like that society too change . But society is the mirror of your change . It reflect what you do . If the progress you make is in the right path the society too changes in that direction. So we cannot blame the society for what happened to one person because we too are included in that society .
This is how I live . I wrote this because I saw so many writing were people stated that they are not living in its spirit , depressed of life , nothing is happening in my life and all . Friends it's happening you are not seeing :)
Post is long and you may find it nonsense . I'm not experienced I know that's why I just shared how I see it . Writing after a long time . I feel happy that I scribbled something (◡ ω ◡) Temporary
Succulents is another word for cacti 🌵🌵🌵 You think cacti would think they’re really awesome beings adapting to living in scorching desolate deserts? 🤔 This verse is also meant to inspire that one should believe in oneself despite the adversities life has to offer.