Calm down. don’t frown,
or else you will drown,
Be on your toes,
I promise, you’re close,
I know it all feels crazy,
when everyone has something to say
and quitting seems like the easiest way,
In all this, don’t you dare to doubt,
Smile, breathe in breathe out,
Its hard, I know I admit,
In most places, you don’t fit,
Converse- complement- show interest,
Spend time alone – you must,
Its okay if your words don’t rhyme,
not every hour is supposed to be a prime,
Just take one day at a time.
Have you ever felt that the life itself feels like a punishment? Daily chores become a burden for you? All you want is a PERMANENT ESCAPE from your daily grind. Like you are in such a toxic environment where you can’t avoid it?
Where you wish that you had a magic lamp or wand and can once in all change the environment and get rid of this nasty aura and these selfish people.
Let me quote a life incident of my own.There was a time in my life when i just gave up.The famous school which i was attending was totally opposite of what i dreamed of. The friends i had were all not my type of people but still i couldn’t distance myself from them. I was always late in classes. bunking some, sleeping in some or scrolling Instagram in some.My scores were falling.Teachers were unhappy, calling me after class,asking me what’s wrong with me? not doing my assignments, not returning library books on time.
Furthermore coming home after school, locking myself in room, after lunch and tea i would listen to some sad piano on YouTube until i fall asleep in the same room. and after dinner i would sleep again. Mostly i was using sleep as a source of avoidance.
Soon i realized that my whole life is falling apart. and that is where i analyzed situation critically and did something i am still thankful to myself.
I started getting up early, doing workout, making my own breakfast, enjoying my meal with some light tv-series and then properly dressed to school with some new hairstyles. I started writing lectures. left the shitty company of people who were no longer serving me, i started using class breaks more effectively, doing all my assignments and home work. Started asking questions, coming home, i started having lunch and dinner on dining table. Stopped caffeine intake. Started making hobbies for myself like learning guitar and graphic designing. Searched for events in my city, attended them with mom.and then journalling effectively and sleeping on time.
OUT COME: My health started improving. I was no longer drowsy in classes. My focus and attention span got increased. I got a part time job as a content writer through LinkedIn.My grades started improving.Brighter students started to approach me in school for helping them in their assignments.My friends circle expanded.I became more happy than i was pretending on my Instagram feed.
HOW? Now the major question arises what happened that suddenly changed my actions and hence the outcome. it was all A SINGLE THOUGHT i realized that this is a life that has been given to me. I have made some mistakes and now there is this whole debris of regrets on my shoulders.There was NO light at the end of this tunnel at that moment. No option to exit. I had to spend 2 years of my life no matter how much i cry or try, but now the choice was in my hands, whether i could spend those two years of my life sitting there, wailing on the couch, doing absolutely nothing OR i could take charge of my happiness because even though i couldn’t change my school but i was able to make small changes in my lifestyle and that lead to a happy time.
See, sometimes the hell we are in is unavoidable. We have to live there no matter what. Now you have to find some light in this darkness. Do something. One step at a time and i promise you the fires of hell will stop burning you.
Lets start the first blog and i won’t start it with sugar coated words.Life is one of the strangest gifts given to us by nature.It takes a lifetime to understand what life actually is.
Here life is a gift like a bouquet of red roses. Sounds Poetic? haha, let me explain. There is no doubt that life is a bouquet of roses AND there are plenty of (not one or two) thorns in it.So when you are all set and cheerful and excitedly you hold the flowers (happy moments), All of sudden you realize somewhere your hand is bleeding.
But after it happens 3-4 times you kind of get accustomed to it. By this time, you get mature enough to understand this phrase that “life has it ups and downs” which is true.
Now you now what life actually is. Now thorns are here are your complaining won’t make the thorns vanish nor will it lessen the pain. So, what you can do is shift your focus. If you kept focusing on the thorns, all you will see would be thorns. but only if you open your eyes a little more wide, you’ll see thorns are somewhere in between the beautiful roses.
Has anyone ever complained about why thorns are present?
Even if someone complains, will it make a difference? No.
Similarly if something pricks us like a thorn. This something can be a friend, spouse, parent,relative or even a situation. If you kept finding the reason, You’ll always be disappointed. Just like thorns are there in roses, pricks are here in our life and your complaining won’t make any difference.All you have to do is embrace this reality the sooner, the better.
We hear this phrase often, “what happens, happens for a reason” and according to me this is the shittiest sentence i have ever read.
Oh you were diagnosed with cancer last night? Oh there will be a reason behind it.
STOP! There is no reason. what has happened, happened according to god’s will.
Now for god’s sake, stop finding reason and do something to make the situation better.
Go to another clinic,Leave the person who made you feel like trash, Move on. Try again somewhere else once again maybe?
Do whatever you can.But don’t just throw the whole bouquet because you got hurt by a thorn. This was not the first time and i assure you this thorn is not the last one. but for now, you have to put bandage on your bleeding wound. you have to get up and dust yourself and enjoy living once again until you meet another thorn. Love, Myda!
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