What if life was not meant to be a competition?
It pains thinking that there were people who thought life is meant to be good, better…best!
When it could simply have been happy for everyone.
Look what they’ve made of us and this world!
Today was strange. I woke up a little different.
Last night I slept on a different side of my bed, hoping I would get up a different person…I am not sure if that’s the reason I feel bizarre today.
I got up and I ran 3.5 km with music blasting in my head. I saw an adorable dog on my way back and I stopped and petted him for a while; his name was Bolton. I looked up at his owner and wondered why he would name such a sweetheart Bolton…out of all the possible names on this Earth. Later I laughed at it again because it wasn’t actually such a terrible name after all; Bolton got me thinking about Ramsay Bolton somehow. I thought about Duke and Lucy and how I miss them so much. Then a random Instagram post popped up in my head-
After, I felt a little better and smiled to myself. Also, I skipped my breakfast today instead added ten extra minutes of music and crazy dancing. Then hogged over lunch like anything.
I’m trying to work on myself; smile more, show more kindness to others and self; do what makes me feel positive about my life. Let’s see how it goes (fingers crossed).
Hope you are thinking about your life and smiling by yourself this very moment 🙂
Sending you much of love,
The Other Someone.
How have you been? How is life?
I hope things are going well for you.
I hope you are genuinely happy. When you smile…your soul smiles. When you laugh you get laugh lines at the corners of your twinkling eyes. You achieve whatever you are looking for.
I hope you have a lovely family someday and when you look at them your eyes tear up with joy because you see your entire world right there.
I wish you sound health and peace of mind; amazing trips and experiences. I wish you the entire world cause eternity knows you deserve every bit of it.
And when you hit a sad phase, may you have all the strength you need to gather yourself and piece things back together. Always remember, that you are everything it takes and so much more. I hope that through time…your kind and humble heart stays intact. I hope it continues to love.
The world is blessed to have you. It needs your kindness.
Wishing you all things good.
The Other Someone
Exhausted and worn out,
all I can think of is sleep.
I rest my head against the frail glass window,
an occasional thud; when the bus screeches and brakes.
I stare at the lights outside and wonder how fast the world moves.
The chatter on the radio comes to a stop and a sweet melody strikes the air.
I lean on the window and start humming along…
Another light lingering tune effortlessly mixes in the air…mingling with my carcass humming and suddenly my tune doesn’t sound so offbeat.
His voice silvery coarse – my voice faintly melodic.
I don’t turn.
The lights outside don’t appear sad anymore.
- Her shoes heavy, full of dirt – from the soccer field, just had her best game ever!
- His blotched white shirt – a canvas as beautiful as his masterpiece!
- The window pane thick with grime – helped her get that award winning shot!
- His hands…all stained, blue with ink – his ultimate piece of writing made him cry!
What did the filth get you?
PS: I don’t like how we label and classify words. Words can’t be classified as good or bad, it’s just a matter of choice; how you wish to string them together.
Buzzzzzz…my phone goes, it’s you!
The frown on my face transforms to a smile and my eyes burning from the glow of the computer screen instantly light up.
Within seconds, we start ranting about our lives.
Mostly, what has gone wrong and Oh! how things are a mess.
We laugh about it all.
We tell each other, how life would have been easier without some people,
and as I hear your voice,
I softly whisper to myself;
“and so much easier because of some people”
Writing this way is fun! I have no clue why I am doing this. It absolutely makes no sense. I happened to press the strike-through option by mistake when I started writing and here I’m, three lines down and still writing in the same fashion!
All right! I’ll stop, before you click the close button and run away!
I don’t see why I should always make sense though. Who said that everything I do or say should make some sense?
Actually, if I recall…most of the times, senseless are the things that I enjoy doing. When I don’t have to think about the right or wrong or the social implications of it. When I just run wild, doing whatever I want without a worry in the world.
There are some really weird things that I do.
Here is a partial list :
(Because the complete list would make me look way too weird)
- I’ve caught myself drawing boxes on my blank computer screen, sometimes for about 15 minutes straight I guess.
- Writing in
strike-through.Well, this is the latest addition to the list.
- Narrowing my eyes…such that they are almost like little slits and then peeking at the twinkling lights * owwwww…..sooooo…b..e..a..u..t..i..f..u..l *
- While munching chips, focusing on the crunchy sound they make in my head. Sometimes I concentrate so hard that I forget about the taste and sort of become deaf to everything else around.
- Staring at my dog. Just staring at him…yes!
- Slow motion dance without music.
- Hanging upside down (from my bed or my couch)
* Special Talent Alert!!! – I can read, eat and watch television like that *
- In the picture…that is my hand puppet ‘liquid’.
Yes..I find some time for it.
I hope you won’t stop reading my blog after this!
Everyone is allowed to be stupid. I’d love to hear about the things you do 🙂
I have no clue, how to form a ground for what I am willing to convey. So I guess, I’ll jump straight to the point.
I have slowly, with time…come to realize that the things that make me happy are all connected to the people I love. There is this bunch of people and my life just revolves around them. There is nothing else, I don’t need anything else. They are my world, my survival kit and probably the reason why I actually want to go through life.
Today evening, while on the phone I was wondering how I absolutely adore these people.
The sound of their laughter, feeds my soul a smile. The sound of them when they’re sad, sucks my soul dry.
I have caught myself worrying about them more than I ever worry about myself. I would span the Earth…the entire Universe for them, if need be.
I am not bragging about my capability to love someone nor is this a declaration of my love for these people. However, you might call it a simple note of gratitude if you want.
They help form a vital part of my personality. There are certain parts of me that exist solely due to them. Maybe they are those parts themselves.
I find it amusing, how we are all separate-breathing-individuals yet some of us mysteriously connect.
We meet so many people through life but not all of them are scribbled in ink!
To all those people in my life: Your smile makes my life beautiful. Love you all to the moon and beyond… ❤
Busy days! There is a thing with busy days. They are weird, both good and bad.
Mostly, you don’t get the time to think about anything at all. You are all too caught up in work!
Some days, you are so tired after a day at work that once you get back home you don’t even realize when you drift into slumber. The sleep though, sweet and deep!! No usual struggle with the mind. It’s relaxing.
Then there are days, where you are tired but you can’t sleep…maybe you need more than just sleep. You take a nice hot shower and turn on some good music accompanied by little yellow lights( Yes! I’m obsessed with these) and just sit there comfortably wrapped in your blanket digging into a jar of nutella! ❤
Well, the point is…
I find it funny, how I dread busy days. When I think about a day that has been all busy this is what I usually recall ;
-work and work- oh I’m so tired- missed my lunch- my head hurts- is this what you call life? huh!- etc etc-
See the point? I tend to count all the negatives! The time after work, I never seem to remember that.
It’s just funny and maybe a fact! Maybe a funny fact about me or you…or probably all of us!
This makes me think about the bigger picture then. How I might be missing on the best moments when busy counting the ones I dread.
We need more of such musings I suppose!
Glad I could think about the best part today 🙂