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A world inwards

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There are those of us who believe that the universe always conspires.
Conspires to hold you back.
So, they try to fight it with all the might.
With the gadgets, the shacks, the roads and apps.
A constant struggle, day in and day out.
To prove that we’re above it, right?

Slowly the pain amplifies, the soul aches and body cries.
But we still continue to fight, with all the remaining might.
The cycle continues till the end of time.
And then again, another fight.
But few of us get pass through this fence.
They break the norms.
They break the code.
And, all that the world would term as ‘common sense’

They journey into a different world.
A world inwards.
With the trees, the ripples of sea and the mountains that see.
With the breeze, the tides and moon light.
With the sun, its rays and the warmth inside.
They take it all in.

They smile, they feel and a different universe they see.
They whisper to it,

” I am you and you are me”

– Words by Hardik Nagar
(Who blogs at That Indian Minimalist. )

Be Wild.

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Let the beauty of nature inspire your human spirit.
Let the grandeur of this planet change you in different dimensions.
Let nature not be a place you visit, but a home.

For many happy trails and youthful wanders.
For more than just a vacation.
For a permanent sense of solitude.

For wilderness.
Our only natural state of being.

Be wild. Literally.

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Homeward bound.

Homeward bound

Home is that shade under the banyan tree.
Home is ripples in the water of the pacific.
Home is between snorkelling and para-sailing.
Home is the midnight silence or the morning cheer.
Home isn’t a place where you set your feet, it’s the place that’s engraved in your mind even after your footsteps fade away.
Home is not a place, it’s a sense of being.

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You have a choice.

The choice

You know it, that each one of us has only one life to live.
(Yes, YOLO and all that.)

Then isn’t it rather tragic to find men and women, with resources available to change the world,
talk about what’s going on between the neighbors daughter and the guy from the 5th floor;

men and women, with geniuses capable of creating anything artsy,
using it for the daily routine desk jobs;

men and women, capable of independent thought,
narrowing their minds to accustom it to society’s popular ideas;

men and women, capable of greatness,
wallowing in mediocrity;

men and women, capable of self-expression,
slowly dying a mental death, every day, every hour?

For you, life can be a succession of glorious adventures worth narrating.
Or it can be a monotonous bore.

You have a choice.
What’s it going to be?

[Credits: This post has been inspired from Neil Gaiman’s answer to one of the art students
about pursuing what they love, in one his interviews]

PS: There’s a happy moment for me today, as my photographer friend here,
decides to choose to do what she loves and quit the monotony.
Happy Freedom Day to you, my Phalle :D