A lit day

December 20, Friday

What a lit day! Though I cannot tell here why and how, and details about the exact set of events. I can for sure tell how it felt and what the day set out to be. The day was a dream for many of us. Few dreamt it and few worked for it to be a reality. It was a day that shouted out loud that don’t dream and just be. Try to work for it and it’ll see the bright sunrise. It was a day that brightened up from the grey. It was a day that brought smiles and hope back that something good can happen too if we work for it. It was about simply getting together and having fun. Not caring about the audience when we are performing, but performing for the sheer joy of it. For ourselves. We may not be great at something, but it sure shouldn’t stop us from being however we can be. Even less than mediocre is fine, as long as we enjoy it. If we are having fun and it seems right, we should do it no matter what!

We needn’t be a pro. We needn’t win medals in everything we try. We needed reach the top of the list that says ‘Best of all’, not even ‘Top 10’. Just aiming to be in the list that says ‘The joyous ones’, that’s probably what we should be told to do from those very days when we write homeworks from A+ or give auditions for annual day dance event. No matter if we can sing or dance well, each and every one of us at least can sing and dance in whatever way we can. And we should know it is okay to not be the best at everything we do. May be the key is to just have fun in anything we do.

“Dance like no one’s looking” they say. No! Dance like everyone is looking yet you don’t give a damn. Be your own audience. Be your own reason for joy.

Dear reality

How do you deal with the reality if you are no close to being a realist, when you are not even close enough to know what it is to be one or you have no clue how to process the thoughts in a way staying merely close to being real? It is easy to deal with reality by creating a completely fictional world. Building an illusion, living in it seems like an easy option shunning away the truth. But how far will this illusion serve you well? We won’t know when it will start turning delusional and turn our life upside down. When the reality is right at our face knocking our head like a door that it desperately wants to open, how do we keep it shut? And if we do, no doubt we can stay happy in that house of illusion but the moment we step out of that house we have created for ourselves, we will see everything around changed. There will be a new world waiting for us which will have drastically changed from the time we last faced reality. And that’s when we won’t know how to take a step out and face the light even though we know the darkness behind is feeding on us and slowing diminishing our soul. No matter how beautiful the world of illusion is, no matter how easy it is to deal with things there, it has gotta be temporary if not avoidable. We gotta step out someday and see the sun shining bright and say hello to reality that was waiting at our doorstep dearly..

It’s okay to not be okay

Too stubborn we all are to disclose the discomforts in our lives to even our closest ones. We grow up building a shell around ourselves. And the more problems we face or we think we face, the shell becomes more impenetrable. Why is this stigma around the problems that it’s something that cannot be shared? Why does it have to be embarrassing to tell someone that we are in need of help? Why should anyone think twice before shedding a tear in public?

It is okay. We should be first thought that it is okay to be sad, to feel low, to express ourselves, to shed a tear or two, to seek help, to look out for someone, to hold a hand for a while until we feel stable again, to be silent, to not look great, to say it is not okay – IT IS ALL OKAY, it always should have been. 

Timetable

Going forward analyzing the pattern drifts, one major factor is getting highlighted well. Discipline. As long as we are or aren’t disciplined, we can never follow a pattern or cultivate a habit. That discipline seems to be strangely correlated to the time. When a proper slot is given to a certain act, and it’s repeated in the scheduled time, it gets disciplined. All this might seem so vague is someone is reading it out of no where or very general information for those who have mastered discipline. Kudos to those. I belong to those who seem to be still figuring the concept out like the kids who learn addition and seem thrilled by the scope of it.

The pattern

Chill mode entered, denial at it’s best. When something goes far off, we cannot actually believe that it was true at some point in our life. This feeling is similar with people and places. We tend to adapt to the new place sooner or later. New people get on the time sheet eventually. Agreed, all this if we only wish to. Likewise our habits also seem like if they ever existed, once we stay away from them for a while. It’s strange how something that was so real starts feeling absurd. It’s strange how identity crisis gets attached to the things in our lives.