i presume that we're all familiar with atleast one moralistic story....personally i'd always loved the concept of good winning over evil.....or rather naughty yet good winning over disguised sinful temptation!!....
i just happened to remember one of my Blyton favourites....the one where she talks about the moth/butterfly needing the struggle while coming out of her chrysalis......n if she is helped out then she will remain weak for life.....as the struggle to worm her way out is supposed to make her wings strong enough to face the world.....
so what initially looked like unkindness on the part of God to serve her such a fate.....that was actually (n in its most preachy form) 'for her own good'.....
what i think im tryin to repeat (as generations of better versed people have already remarked) is that whatever happens to us is because of a need....
sometimes it takes many years to recognize that need....in fact, it may even remain inexplicable for always....but just because we dont see something .....doesnt mean its not there......
all of us go through trying circumstances......if we choose the 'easy' way out.....we may actually be harming ourselves
life is neither long nor short.....its just 'right'......
many people baffle me....i wonder why they behave a certain way......
when i pondered to my philosophical hearts content...many a times, i accept defeat and surrender to simply not knowing......
for 'it takes one to know one'.....and despite my best efforts in maintaining various personalities......i am unable to force my way into everyones shoes....
there has been a rough patch.....its been a scratchy painful climb.....
with the kind of pain that isnt overtly insolent.....its the kind that thuds quietly in your veins and shouts at some inconvenient time.....as consistant as your pulse and as certain as the sunrise.....
now if i choose to view my own individual reality in this perspective......i will suffer from optimism.....hope will slowly fill my senses and invade my mind....it will comfortably amble forward with its best friend, dreams.
it will also beckon ambition, pride, enthusiasm and perhaps even call upon some obstancles.....obstancles to contain my panting breath as i will have definetly broken into a run.......from the shuffling unsteady feet......i will surely want to fly......
this is the power of optimism.......it makes you believe you can conquer the world......but it also brings with it a sharp bite of reality....the whiff of the raw desire to win at any cost......
what it will not bring.....but what it will need, is a rein......a rein of courage that knows when to stop and also one that can be flashed to proceed.....
unwittingly i dipped into the fountain that is a small yet miniscule part of my being.....yet, i dont feel exposed......
i feel content......
lots of love!
muahhhss!!!!!!!!
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