Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Harsh Realities


In about five days time I have my Language paper (for which I can not prepare now). So I decided to write a couple of essays (at least one daily). The thing I noticed while writing these was that most of the time my story revolved around a tragedy. There was always a gloomy environment set up in one part or the other. Sometimes the character's life was overshadowed by a close companion's death; ruined by the consequences of a bad habit like drugs
or spent in repentance over past mistakes.It shocked me to the core to notice that the optimism slowly evaporated as the story went on. And then this question arose : "Are we getting more and more pessimistic as time passes by?"

I remember the bubbly old side of me, when I would go chirping around exuding happiness wherever I went. "Optimistic phrases" were a natural gift that I possessed. But the more I got involved in my surroundings, the more I noticed the negative impacts of human interference in nature's working, the more I differentiated between right and wrong; the further I got confused. now it seems that writing about a sad event (which relates to me somehow or the other) is easier. Releasing the ugly lava of emotions in words, instead of spewi
ng it over someone else (who might be having his own troubles) is left as the last resort. I wonder how disappointed God would be in me. He created such a beautiful universe thinking that it might distract humans from their difficult chores for a while and give them that precious moment of realization. But now is this moment of realization playing any role in changing lives? We aren't getting involved in the phenomenal nature God bestowed upon us. Instead we are getting more involved in the havoc that surrounds us. Whether it be political turmoil, shedding of innocent blood, the random surges of jealousy towards someone etc all come down to one thing: making us pessimistic. What can we do? Every single thing in this world seems fake. Nothing is reliable: words, news, researches, the world's truth. Even people. And then it just strikes me, how can one be happy when they have nothing to build that happiness upon and to construct those castles of aspirations on. Nothing's stable. Nothing's worth believing, I guess. Except God.

As time passes by our priorities change. And that is where the fault lies. When conditional things turn into obligations, we are often betrayed. Mostly due to our wrong perceptions. And that is how the pessimism diffuses in, invading all of our cells, making us think of ONLY negative possibilities.

When a person has SO much to ponder upon, when there are thousands of stimulae present in the environment waiting to instigate that Pituitary gland of yours causing it to release the adrenaline which makes you go bonkers- How can one focus on peaceful, happy things?

I hope I end up writing a good, cheerful essay in my paper. Pessimism never helps. NEVER.
And this reminds me of one very beautiful quote, which is dedicated to all those pessimists out there:

"Never cut down a tree in winter time.
Never make a negative decision in the low time.
Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods.
Wait. be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come."
Robert H. Schuller.

PS: SEE. I again wrote something pessimistic!
PPS: If you're sad, listen to Bruno Mars! <3



A Different Perspective



One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.

They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from the trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?” “It was great, Dad”.

“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.

“Oh yes”, said the son. “So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.

The son answered, “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.

Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants to serve us, but they serve others.

We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”

The boy’s father was speechless. Then his son added, “Thanks Dad, for showing me how poor we are.”

(Taken from Paulo Coelho's blog- this was posted as a comment by one of the followers, Sangeeta)