When you feel your Purpose is starting to look out of reach, it really isn’t. You’re just looking at it all wrong. Hopefully this little poem will show it to you.
‘Propellers’ is a term I use for people and situations that have taught me valuable lessons. Without these propellers, we would have been stuck. They shake things up and help us be unstuck.
A tiny poetry about what love means to me.
As they waited, they talked. What would it be like when we get there? Again. After waiting for all these years. Are the people still the same? How consumed are they by their things. Things that we know mean nothing. Not here, anyway. We’ve spent years, up here, waiting, for only a chance to be…
Notes to myself post recording this Karaoke version of Meghan Trainor’s Original-
*One does look vain recording these. But it’s fun also. So I’ll take the risk of seeming vain, which I’m not, promise.
That’s the thing with writing – through it, we give the readers a glimpse into our mind. It isn’t easy to let it all out for the world to see. It is a brave display of our innermost thoughts, available for anyone to judge. But we aren’t deterred. We bare it all because we are being true to ourselves, and that is what matters the most at the end of the day.
Ever been in love? Ever got that same magical feeling from music?
It’s like rain on a faintly sunny day, And petrichor.
It’s like a cool breeze on your face,
As you smile, close your eyes and open your arms, to really feel it.
(Also, check out the song I’ve added to this blog post. It’s all things love.)
These techniques are basically thought patterns and attitudes that you can cultivate over time, to help you cope better during tough days and difficult situations. Emotional strength comes with effort, as with everything good.
I’m lucky to have been born and brought up in a forward-thinking and broad-minded family which believes that everyone is equal and patriarchy is so yesterday. In fact, it would be erroneous to call this mentality “broad-minded”, because we truly believe that this thinking should be called “normal-minded”. There should be no other way to think.
We bond like crazy in a world of our own. It gives me great joy to hear her giggle at something I said or did. Because when she misses her dad(who has been away sailing for months) that pain pierces right through my heart. I can’t do anything to help the situation. At that moment, I can only put on a brave face and distract her by being happy-happy myself, pretending that it’s not a big deal. So when I’m able to make her laugh it gives me peace knowing that she is happy. I think to myself – “She misses her dad, but for now, I am enough.”