On my way back home tonight, a little too early than my usual time I came across beautiful bright lights put up in small alleys to celebrate the festive spirit that dominates this season. Looking up from my reverie, I saw a soft glow of red and yellow twinkle lights overhead. It was so magical. That moment transported me in some dreamland of happiness as I walked with a big happy smile plastered on my face. I met an acquaintance on the road and couldn't shut up admiring the brightly lit skies. Can you believe, it just took some lights to spread cheer within me! I also felt a little foolish after a while as I kept my thoughts engaged in this material happiness, but I couldn't care less about it. That moment mattered a lot. It felt like my childhood came alive. But in my childhood I never remember seeing such an extravagant display of lights and flashy street decorations. Things were a lot simpler then.
I think as times have changed, things have left their indelible expression on memories as well. I know I am forgetting a lot of details from my childhood and teen years and hard as much I would like to hold them all close to my heart, sometimes, forgetting is also a solace. I'm making space for more memories. I cherish the present times, the present itself so much that it doesn't leave me unhappy anymore now to not be able to dwell in the happiness of the past. Today is perfect, as it is, in all its pristine and rugged form. Every atom of my self is at peace today. I am still very much the same person who overthinks things, frets over perfection, dances in jubilation, squeaks with excitement and doesn't shy away from displaying enthusiasm, amongst the many other restraints I'm made of. I believe I am understanding myself more clearly now. I am the same person with a different demeanour now. It's so wonderful to be able to stay true to our ideals and yet gel with the crudeness in the world with the optimism that it is possible to create change. Sometimes I give up on this theory too, out of sheer disappointment and desperation, but the goodness in others lets me focus back on what is worth sharing. We become beautiful if we ignore the literal meaning associated with beauty, when we are our true selves.
Our greatest gift to us and others is sharing and caring. There is nothing more permanent than kindness in our human world. Sorrows and misery can be truly drowned with empathy and kindness. These are values shared by writers, philosophers and intellectuals who gave the mankind ideas to live, grow and prosper. Our lives are in fact, just a manifestation of our good and bad morals- ones that we choose to embrace and live with. Many a soft lullabies heard about the kind travel in the air over open fields and urban cloisters, in hearts of those who lived and loved those who spread this warmth. We should be incredibly grateful to be able to emote our deepest fears and joys for there are still people who listen, care and heal with their touch. I often get overwhelmed by this sheer magnificence of this human power to cross boundaries and seas to touch hearts and make a difference. Who would we be but for this softness within?
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