Live A Little…

I wonder if it is in the nature and make-up of a human being to hurt another human being, either advertently or inadvertently. But hurt someone, she must as she can’t help it. She can’t make everyone happy with her actions. So, she is going to hurt someone or the other. All she can ensure is whether the hurt is rational, reasonable or irrational, unreasonable. Sometimes, despite of doing everything, despite of trying to interpret and control all the elements of a situation, it isn’t possible to predict all the variables, successfully juggle all the different balls in the air. One must fall down. One does fall down. So, what does she do? She ends up hurting someone. She does hurt someone.

So, what if she ends up hurting someone? Should she stop living in the perpetual fear of being hurt and hurting someone in return? Should she just curl up and die? No! Life is meant for the living. And so long as she is alive and breathing, she has the responsibility towards herself to live fully, freely. So, what if it is scary? Everything worthwhile is! And life is eminently worthwhile….

Die once and trying to come back to life is a herculean task. Dying daily is worse. Why not take a chance at life? Live a little…. Make oneself happy…. One cannot ensure other’s happiness… So why not just ensure one’s happiness first? Only a happy mind and body can make others happy coz as one can’t help but hurt someone similarly one can’t help but make someone happy by her actions… Two sides of the same coin…

Live a little…

Keep Walking…

Stand Alone, Stand Tall!

Don’t you love being alone in the crowd?
Millions of stars in the universe!
A part of it and yet apart from it?
Don’t you adore the anonymity it gives?
You could be anyone and get lost in it.
Lost but not truly lost!
As you would have you to know and identify.
The mass of life passing you by
Like a rolling stone – each rolling, each unique.
Alone but not as alone as you could be
If you lost your self, your identity to the ebb and flow of life around you.
So you stand apart from the crowd.
How does it matter so long you have yourself for company?
And that of a couple one or two just like you.
Being different is no chore, no fault, no sin.
How would you feel if you lied to yourself and you were untrue?
Wouldn’t that be the worst kind of betrayal?
Worse than being apart from the crowd, alone in it?
Unbind the chains you’ve wrapped around you,
Change is the only constant – even time, the mightiest, falls!
Stand alone, stand tall – the weight of one is no weight at all.