If love is so important, then how come none of my heftily paid for education ever covered it under life skills?
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Love is all I need.
Love; to grow each day
Love; to look forward to tomorrow
Love; to create something to hold onto
Love; to have something meaningful
Love; to appreciate all that we already have
Love; to value what is achievable
Love; to exist
Love; to just be
Love; to find our self
Love- is all we need!
If love is so important, then how come none of my heftily paid for education ever covered it under life skills? How is it that we are never taught at home to provide this priceless service for ourselves as a way to nurture?
If that’s all that it takes to be at peace and make sense of the crazy world, then why not start with myself? If, charity begins at home, then so should the loving.
Why not love ourselves just as unabashedly, selfishly, unconditionally and respectably as we expect and long to be loved by someone else?
WE could all do our little piece in this world- its free!
- Plant the pots and nurture them despite the busy schedule
- Have a bed-time routine, read, pamper, listen to music, sing
- Catch more sunrises in the company of comfort
- Get an adrenaline high more often- take a walk, run the trail, click that hill, dance to those songs
- Pick a hobby, let age be no bar- not all hobbies can be as old as you are and not all can pay, some are just meant to make you feel better
- Earn that dessert you crave instead of starving your way through it
- Laugh more often and let the world see your molars, find more reasons to show that smile
- Visit a new place, no matter how clichéd and soak in its beauty
- Show gratitude to the winds for whispering sweet nothings in your hair and the stars for flirting with you through the twinkles
- Respect comes with acceptance- gift it to yourself with a disproportionately huge bow on top
No one has a quick formula to happiness, and the ones who claim to have are the ones struggling the most. Open your hearts to making a fool of yourself and forgive the ignorance of the ones who run to judge you. Love yourself, not with blind faith, but by knowing that it’s okay to be different from most. After all, we are not the output of economies of scale, but individual creations of the universe.
Love; because how can we ask for more when there isn’t much to give?
Maybe that’s why being lost is important.
Exactly three years ago I moved to this conspicuous city with a pre-decided 2 year round trip. A city that was nothing like mine. A city that had ways of its own and wasn’t scared of being judged. This city that’s commonly known as the IT hub/ silicon valley of India or just Namma Bengaluru.
I didn’t know the language nor did I know it’s layout systems. I wasn’t familiar with its diversity and wasn’t prepared for its free spirits. I was like the lamb of the silence.
Now when I return, it feels more like home than any other place. Unlike the city I grew up in, where everything was just handed to me- right from my belongingness to my identity; this city was the wild hunt. It’s mine today because I made it.
Today, the energy raises my spirits. The chance to walk from one destination to the next puts a smile across my face. The chance to wander makes me excited. And the possibility of being here is all I need sometimes, to keep going.
Maybe that’s why being lost is important. Because that’s when you make connects that are yours to lay claims on? Is that why a self earned is always more valuable than a gift or hand-me-down?
Today, I have a family that runs just as deeply as blood in me. I have stories that are bases to life lessons. I have had experiences that have defined me. I have a personality that has much to do with being here.
Have you felt at home the way I do today, sitting in a hotel room?
Maybe that’s what counts- belonging to someplace in a way that you don’t ever doubt yourself nor your possibilities.
The things we forget often. The things that are simple and yet let gone of.
The reminders I like to set for myself. A checklist to fight the blues.
Try it sometime, she said.
Try breathing…breathe till your lungs are on fire and cry for mercy.
Try walking the street with no makeup on. Just once.
Try, because you deserve to know.
Try because it is going to tell you thing you have been wanting to hear.
Try and listen to people. Because this time, they might just be honest.
Try because this time you aren’t the meticulously perfect child of melancholy.
And when you do hear it honey, don’t be disappointed.
Try and remember why you took the chance.
Try to face look yourself in the eye.
Try to use no math or logic.
Try not to sweat it too much.
Try smiling at your scars.
Try remembering every time you fell.
Try to recollect each face that helped you up,
And when you have a list of them, let them know their help is much appreciated.
Try breathing… breathe till your lungs can swell no more, because honey they’ll never burn again…
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