Here I am, sitting by my window, basking in the late afternoon sunlight. My books are blinded by the light, throwing back the rays on their glossy covers, my neck feels baked but so good and I clunk my fingers feverishly on the keyboard hoping to put everything from my mind onto this screen. I went to the sea last night with my friend. We sat there for an hour, talking to our heart's content by the chilly sea breeze wishing there were more nights like these, more leisurely meets by the sea. The night didn't seem daunting, nor did the presence of the many love-stuck privacy seeking couples facing the sea. Something about waves is charming during the day but more resigned at night times. We spoke of love's lost chances, the ones that never came, the ones that could come and the ones we fear to embrace. It's always a wonderful feeling meeting this girl who has and I keep telling her this, a very understated elegance about her. Grace is not just personified by physical beauty. It represents different things about a person we've never known about them. Like my friend last night, she's hopeful of getting the things she has dreamt of and is dreaming about and though not fulfilled yet, she's not giving up on them. Rise above the mediocrity and give a chance to yourself; to love, to dream, to fly high, to just take chances, to laugh and to cry. Nothing is more worthwhile than sharing these emotions with the heart. We are more than our blood and glory. Hope springs eternal. Everywhere with everyone. Not losing sight takes courage, one that we misjudge and misunderstand a lot about ourselves. We only need a little light to shine bright the blues we have been stocking up on throughout all this time. AND if not now, then when?
I believe in dreams, and their power to awaken a sleeping army to their mighty glory. I have found solace in dance, Earlier it was music and books, they still are but dance keeps me going. It speaks to me in a way I could have never imagined happening. Something clicks when I am dancing. And I am not good at it. I have never been. But the rhythm moves my heart and it drives me further to challenge my convictions and figure out the reality of so many things. It brings back the energy and power I knew I had it in me, and was recessive for such a long time. It makes me work harder to stay put on my beliefs. I no longer have placeholders for things that don't move me beyond a compulsion to act. It makes me feel lighter than I ever have, even while speaking with people. I see people in a new light, surrounded by their positive vibes. It has made me calmer and more patient because I see myself working hard on music that sometimes feels alien to react and respond. It gives me a reason to look forward to an hour of myself, dedicated to me. It makes me feel young, free and alive in ways I could never imagine. No wonder our body is such a powerhouse when it comes to feeling emotions. I have learnt to take a deep breath. Close your eyes and dream the dream you've hold tight. The time is right. Give it a go. Make yourself young again. All it matters is a little effort.
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