Sometimes.. somethings don’t last.. of no fault of our own.. and in most situations we want to find something or someone to blame it on. Because it can help us process the situation. But just know it’s ok to accept.. that sometimes.. it just wasn’t meant to be.. and that’s ok.
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OF BLURRED FACES AND BICYCLE RIDES
When I was seven, I got my first bicycle. The one having support wheels. One evening ,I just rushed home excited, yearning for it . While my dad was excited to show me the new cartoon thinking I would like it. I did. But this evening ,I wanted more of something to play. "I want bicycle like her",I said with frownness and a mild smile shaded over my face.
Soon, I had one of my own. A blue shiny bicycle having support wheels smiling at my home's entrance one evening ,as soon as I returned from school. I had two friends and we had our individual bicycles now.
Round and round , we used to ride it every day before going to school and after coming home. We used to sneak in every house bidding our hellos and sometimes ,we used to get lucky to receive chocolates from kind aunties.
No matter how fast we rode ,we never did fall. I remember how the winds used to swirl around my short hair making me feel like floating amidst the winds. But ,in the middle of everything,maybe we forgot to appreciate the support wheels helping us to feel like magic. Saving us from falling.
It's been years now, I still have a blur picture of the park and it's vicinity. The friends I made on some Wednesday morning in the park with whom I've had the best childhood even if it was for a short time and the rides which now have became a story to me ,that I would never live again but will carry while I walk on lonely roads feeling less of myself . Now ,all I have ,are my feet as support and sometimes they too crumble while the heart gets heavy. And I still wonder , why in the world everything has a connection with heart?
The crooked turns scare me now and I need to take a leap with a lot of thinking. I crave to be that girl again ,finding nothing in the fresh breeze but only the feeling of merriment which I could carry till the time ends and beyond.
But in the middle of everything ,I wonder, we may not relive the same moments with same people all over again but there's something about these memories which help us to carry further journeys of life ,holding onto these blurred faces and bicycle rides with them.
I know we’re only halfway through the year but I can already sum up what the last 7 months were trying to teach me in three words; lead with faith.
I’ve never been much of a planner but for the past 3 years I planned everything to a T because all I wanted was for my life to be in order and fall into place because I was tired of running around and being lost and just going with the flow.
I was always worried about tomorrow, about how many hours I have left in the day to go through all my plans, about how many months left until I’m one year older with a societal checklist I needed to strike off so I can catch up with all my friends who got married, had kids and are planning their next family vacation to Europe.
I was beginning to lose sight of what I wanted for myself because I was told that I needed to be more organized, more logical, more put together and more traditional. I was told that I needed to be anything but myself.
And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t work for me, after all, there’s a reason why people conform, it’s easier there. It’s a little bit more predictable. It’s a little less chaotic.
Until I was standing one day looking at the cookie as it crumbles piece by piece right in front of my eyes. Watching everything I’ve ever built collapse. Watching all my plans make a U-turn. Watching every single dream of mine evaporate.
And then it hit me, I planned for everything but I forgot to plan for the day when all the plans stop working.
But today, as I begin to pick up the pieces slowly, I can safely say I’m leading with. I still don’t know my final destination. I still have a lot of things to fix but I am leading with faith and it’s making me feel alive again.
Faith that I’m right where I’m supposed to be. Faith that the things I thought I lost were actually triumphs in disguise. Faith that those hard 7 months were exactly the fuel I needed to take off and land somewhere new. Faith that the change I need in my life is coming and it’s going to be bigger and brighter than what I had planned for myself.
Because that’s the beauty of leading with faith, it rewards you in the end. You don’t lose when you lead with faith. You can only win.
This week’s #writingprompt
Write about one of your favorite travel memories ✈️
Share your response using #FWTR25
An excerpt out of my book "To Hold The Light" All of my books are available on Amazon🧙🏻♂️
Seriously! Working with Ambica ( @tryst_with_fiction
) is always a pleasure. Her visions are sublime. Here is another collab with her.
Takingcompliment is far easier when
Titanium strings aren't attached, Conditions of servitude aren't assumed,
Commitments aren't implied as the gospel,
Beliefs aren't suspended,
There are no mirrors to prove them wrong.
A simple compliment, relinquished to the speculative distance between your appreciative lips and my discerning ears, morphs as I superfluously scrutinise it. Each nuance magnified, I guage its veracity and intent, from the nonchalance with which you dispelled the traces of insinuation to the syllables betrayed by your wavering inflection. Your magic words lost to my insecurities, I imagine a world free from the perverse need to shroud it in suspicion.
Taking your compliment shouldn't
Require me to accept it as my reality
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-in healing | a piece from Shards | you can get a copy through the link in my bio.
They say, never judge a book by its cover.
I say, do not judge at all.
How can we become greater by treating someone else's achievements as small?
Truth is, we try to bring others down just to see ourselves rise above them all.
But tell me, how can we fly if we're the reason behind someone else's downfall?
How easy for some to pass a comment and leave,
The havoc they've caused, they can not redeem,
Close hearts leads to close minds,
Don't shatter other's dreams,
One day the curtains would be closing on thee,
So count the fingers on you before you point at someone else,
It is time for you to open your heart and elevate yourself.
My second collab post along with @n.hflame
and it was really fun writing it up with her. ❤Let us know your views on this. .
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Please excuse the long ass caption you’re about to receive. Also, thought this one didn’t really need a background - it’s punchy enough.
It’s no secret that I’m going through a major social media cleanse right now. I’ve gone on hiatus from everything - Facebook, Twitter and my personal Instagram - save for this account (because I actually do things with this one). I am so exhausted from the constant one-upping one another; the tireless need for validation; the endless stream of posed, pained photos and words; the complete lack of identity that plagues so many people. No, I’m not sitting here saying that everyone should embrace their individuality or whatever the hell people preach. You do you. I just can’t be a part of that journey right now. Quite frankly, I won’t waste my energy trying to impress people I low key can’t stand - sorry ‘bout it. - “social media society”
Welcome to #SweatWeek
Technically Sweat is available but there’s a book cover mix up so don’t buy it until it’s resolved. I’m told it’ll be fixed before the day is over.
I’m always asked why
I don’t fight for people
That when they leave,
they wouldn’t feel my hand
tugging at their shirt
begging for them to come back
And my reply will be the same all the time-
Once you find a home in me,
there will be no room to famish
The depths of my mind lay ripe
for your picking
I will feed your soul
that you won’t have to search for crumbs
you will be doused in the fullness of its fire
So if you decide to go,
it only means you’re looking for something else apart from what I can offer
more than my all
I would have already given you
every reason to linger
you’ve always been
the exception to this stringent rule
I have been following your scent
to the ends of the earth
My knees have bled
at every prayer for your return
I simply couldn’t resist
chasing the sunset...
“I really don’t know,
I finally reply
How the world just does it
pulling me in for the kill
laying out a coffin
for a heart that’s still beating
when you’ve found the person that only ever existed in dreams before