WE RESPECT. WE SHARE. WE LOVE. No Give and Takes.

Well, this post may stand to justify my obsession with solitude/space, the attitude which many have felt in me as "THE ATTITUDE" which shouts "Leave me alone, I am not wasting my time with you".

May not justify, but at the same time that's how i am.

Everyone are self-centered in one way or the other, working or living for something in their life. The thing for which they want to dedicate every grey cell, every tick and tock of the clock. It is the way they express their love to life. Be it music, writing or any other hobby, sleeping, travelling, friends, Love, Family, Personal whims, Freedom, Self, Anything be it.

And that way is something that distinguishes one from the other, giving the person an unique identity and a profound love for Life. 

One of the reasons why we are much concerned about our passions and don't sacrifice for anything, It is not just intrusion of our space, but an act of stealing or in worst case, burying alive our identities, in the name of affection or call it whatsoever.

Simple try. Just imagine your most priced thing in your life, A Person or a possession, or a Feeling, or your career, something for which you have a respect for your own life. And Imagine someone offering something that will change your life in a good way though at the compensation of your possession.

I don't know about most of you out there, but i wont do it. Cos' i have already buried most of my dreams and wishes on the account of "betterment of life" words of "wisdom" "offered" by many, who have gone in my life yet the burials are engraved with my past dreams. 

Ya, those double quotes ("") for words denote sarcasm.

Life is short, Don't ask me how much, but it is better to live tomorrow with a fresh feel, than regretting about the today's undone stuff. 

And I treat others the same way. If they have a private world and they intend to block it from trespassers, I don't think that it's a good idea to jump over the fence and tread on their property just for the sake of the thrill of it or the curiosity. 

Respect one's identity. 

Share your own interests. Work together. 

Give space. Value Privacy/Secrecy.

Love exists, Not in the big words or the overrated ideals, But in every small expression we show.

FREE-SPIRITED! - THE LATENCY OF BEING CHAINED. .

     "A Prisoner's Diary". Well, That's how a diary, of anyone for that matter, would be most of the times referred to as. Kind of a popular expression used.

     That day, i was writing my journal as usual (not that usual, owing to my laziness and procrastinating the same) and my friend casually joked that one fine day my diary would be published as "Another Prisoner's Diary" and be the Best-seller. Well, how i wish i write some "Sense" in my journal for that to happen. :-P Anyways, it sounded nice though.

 

     But the Caption? It may have come from the popular tag, but doesn't suit my writing.

It doesn't suit anyone, unless they have been held captive in a dark room with a light from a small window, too high to be reached, and located in an isolated island. (Just an imaginative desc)

     Yes, Right. We are free. Independent. Decisive. Rightful. Strong. Powerful. Living.

     So. . . When was the last time when we had to bury our Dream to keep living in the "REAL" world?

     Did It ever happen to us, that we Crushed our Identity to hold onto a Bond, a Bond of Love threatened by our Individuality?

     How many times We had to say a point-blank NO, Due to the Scenes of stern faces that crop up inside our heads, when our Heart is shouting Madly an YES inside us?

     And How many times have We Trusted our Instincts/Feelings/Heart, rather than the Standing Facts, and proceeded with a brave heart?

     Nope. I don't think it ever happens with us. We are Free. Not bonded, chained or segregated.  **I Hope IRONY is obvious in my Tone**

     Well, we are not enslaved, yet we can't be free-willed.

     We always find something to go amiss.

     Nevertheless, we prefer to be chained even if we Yearn to fly high or Get Lost far away.

     Prisoners in some way or the other.

     A Prisoner, Sometimes to the rules imposed by others and the "society"-since-1800 and other times by the stitched framework for ourselves by Us.

     A Prisoner, to 'Bonds' of Love and to 'Chains' of Influence.

     A Prisoner, of the Never-ending sequels of Everyday Drama of Life, the sanity of mind in facing the Varied Sentiments of Humanity and also the Hatred of small Minds, and of the Hard ways of Sacrifices we make with the Strong beliefs and Passions of Ours to the Cause of holding onto the Normality of Emotions, Undisturbed. 

Nevertheless,

Let's take a Stand. Life, be it short or long, should be in our way, However Logical or impractical.

     Live a Dream everyday. And show the World that Our Thoughts are no Less than the Value of the Existing Theories of survivals.

     Cos' Sometimes, Sunken ships in High and Wild Tides tell Stories Much Lovelier than Silent Journeys on Commonly-used Surface.

                           

SHATTERED MIRROR.

     I looked myself at the mirror. Not impressive but all the same, somewhat bearable. Wonder how come some are gifted with beauty, the pure and intense beauty. Even if they had been the God's messengers in previous birth, i don't think i would come under the bad lot. 

     I hear people appreciating my looks, only lately. I have heard worse comments about my appearance before.

     Nevertheless, it doesn't matter to me a bit. It just stands to prove that how much people consider appearances. 

     I understand the importance of inner beauty and always aware of the line that "there is more to it than what you see". I do appreciate external beauties but i never do judge their hearts for their looks. For me, after all these days of witnessing characters of purpose, my heart is always in search of the genuine minds even if they were hidden under a tattered hat.

     But then, i can't expect goodness to find me in the same way. And my friends especially my Bestie, for whom i am the beauty queen of the world, don't mind about my appearance since they know me well. But i want the people of the world to connect with me and hear me out and feel fine with me, for which i don't want external presentation to be a barrier.

     Appearance do have an impact, especially for free-spirited souls like me. I don't want anything to get missed out when i wanna fly high and explore the yonder. 

     I have to admit that i look better, better than how i looked two years back, though i should confess that it had taken and still taking a hell lot of works, that involved and still involve pains in achieving something that i dream of, yet i might not be entitled to it. 

     I am someone who is into fantasies and miracles, believing in myself being the angel of the stories. But Cindrella, of whatever be the story, is supposed to look, not just good, but purely beautiful. 

     I call myself as Mother Nature's child, and it sure holds true. Since the day i became a bit sensible and a person who holds onto beliefs and self-made ideals, i never let go of some unreal beliefs. Whenever i fall sick or get hurt, i believe in Mom Nature to heal me, which i say as Natural Cure but don't mean the same literally. I believe that being Nature's child i get treated by her and till date, She has never let me down. But when it comes to the subject of beauty, i am searching for Her to get some solutions, or answers at the least.

     It may be well concluded that i give a lot of importance on external show, which, i should say, is only the half truth.

     Inner beauty comes first. And i know that mine is pure. Character can never be under question. Moreover, we just need a sense of goodness and love for self and world and Life looks after everything else, presenting us with varying colors and scenes and let us act and react accordingly and enhancing our character consequently.

     But beauty?? It is what we are and what is given to us, for once and ever. Whatever we do to enhance, it wouldn't be a natural process. Just a full-time consciousness and concern about skin and it's characteristics.

     And what i am asking for, is not the captivating looks that could get through a beauty contest. I want the natural sense of beauty, the feel-good sense on being within my own coat and the ease of looking true.

     The skin-deep beauty that i am wishing for, will not help in attracting people but helps me to fly high freely, with hands spread wide and taking in the energetic and electrifying elements of the atmosphere. It would rather make me less concerned about my appearance since i could feel the goodness of it inside me.

     It is not exactly the external beauty, but rather the external beauty which you could feel from your inside.

     I am just wishing for that good-feel which i wanna feel about my own appearance myself. I am even ready to lose few points of good-looks to gain the natural purity.

     I never really care about others' comments or views of me. I can be called as someone who thinks too much about myself, but i believe that unless we have a good self-opinion we just can't have a real good-feel for others. 

     Feeling Good about self, And reaching out to the inner galaxy through the outer screen of being.