Time flies and so do moments. Even those which have had a great impact on all of us. We all want to hold on to the moments which make us happy and let go of the ones which have made us sad, unhappy and at times made us cry. We all want our lives to be a story written in sparkle which is all glittery, jazzy and straight out of a fairytale. If only this was possible, we'd all be riding high in the air knowing only one emotion; happiness.
I walk straight into the room glancing around knowing nothing, feeling nothing, seeing nothing, holding nothing. Am I new to this feeling? I do not know because I do not remember. Because I do not want to remember. Because I would not like to remember. Or maybe I did not ever want to feel this way. I chose to let go. I chose to shut down every image of those memories. I chose to move ahead or did I choose to stay just there. I do not know.
A look at any Bollywood movie and you know where it is headed. There is the hero: the prince in a shining armour who has plenty of females vying for his attention but he is looking for that special someone; there is the heroine: the princess in shiny, flowing dresses with beautiful tresses who awaits the prince and is sure that one day he will walk into her life and make it all look better and happier. And then there is the villain: the rogue who is suppose to make life miserable for the prince and the princess, who makes their love grow fonder, who makes them come closer and who despite every effort does not win over the princess. And then there are the side characters who give shape to the circumstances, who help the story move ahead, who keep the story interesting and going.
That's the thing about fairytales/movies. We all know the ending no matter what. There are tears and there are love songs. There are fights and there is overjoy. There are friends and there are foes. There are moments of elation and there are moments of dejectedness. There is a happy ending despite every turn life takes. There is jubilation in the end. Despite every misery one faces, cheerfulness never ceases to show up.
I still stand in the room glancing around. How did I get this far? How did I get through everything and still have the patience and strength to endure more? How did I reach here despite every effort to make my life take a different turn? How did I manage to survive? How do I still manage to laugh and be happy? How do I still believe in the magic of love? How do I still believe in fairytales? How do I still believe in life? How do I still believe in myself?
I take a step forward and I feel the calmness. A step closer to my window and I feel free. What took me so long to take this step? I might not know the ending to my life but I have a choice. I have the choice to choose who stays in my life. I have the choice to choose the direction in which I move. I have the choice to move ahead or look back. I have the choice to laugh or cry. I have the choice to let go or hold on. I have the choice to feel free. I have the choice to love myself. I have the choice to sing and dance to the music of my choice. I have the choice to dream. I have the choice to believe in fairytales. I have the choice to turn my life into a fairytale. I have the choice to sustain my life as a dream. I have a choice to change the stones thrown at me into flowers of discovery. I have the choice to know myself better. I have the choice to live better.
(P.S: Sometimes you meet somebody and you know that whatever you did before, it must have been right.... nothing could've been too bad or gone too wrong because it led you to this person..)
I walk straight into the room glancing around knowing nothing, feeling nothing, seeing nothing, holding nothing. Am I new to this feeling? I do not know because I do not remember. Because I do not want to remember. Because I would not like to remember. Or maybe I did not ever want to feel this way. I chose to let go. I chose to shut down every image of those memories. I chose to move ahead or did I choose to stay just there. I do not know.
A look at any Bollywood movie and you know where it is headed. There is the hero: the prince in a shining armour who has plenty of females vying for his attention but he is looking for that special someone; there is the heroine: the princess in shiny, flowing dresses with beautiful tresses who awaits the prince and is sure that one day he will walk into her life and make it all look better and happier. And then there is the villain: the rogue who is suppose to make life miserable for the prince and the princess, who makes their love grow fonder, who makes them come closer and who despite every effort does not win over the princess. And then there are the side characters who give shape to the circumstances, who help the story move ahead, who keep the story interesting and going.
That's the thing about fairytales/movies. We all know the ending no matter what. There are tears and there are love songs. There are fights and there is overjoy. There are friends and there are foes. There are moments of elation and there are moments of dejectedness. There is a happy ending despite every turn life takes. There is jubilation in the end. Despite every misery one faces, cheerfulness never ceases to show up.
I still stand in the room glancing around. How did I get this far? How did I get through everything and still have the patience and strength to endure more? How did I reach here despite every effort to make my life take a different turn? How did I manage to survive? How do I still manage to laugh and be happy? How do I still believe in the magic of love? How do I still believe in fairytales? How do I still believe in life? How do I still believe in myself?
I take a step forward and I feel the calmness. A step closer to my window and I feel free. What took me so long to take this step? I might not know the ending to my life but I have a choice. I have the choice to choose who stays in my life. I have the choice to choose the direction in which I move. I have the choice to move ahead or look back. I have the choice to laugh or cry. I have the choice to let go or hold on. I have the choice to feel free. I have the choice to love myself. I have the choice to sing and dance to the music of my choice. I have the choice to dream. I have the choice to believe in fairytales. I have the choice to turn my life into a fairytale. I have the choice to sustain my life as a dream. I have a choice to change the stones thrown at me into flowers of discovery. I have the choice to know myself better. I have the choice to live better.
(P.S: Sometimes you meet somebody and you know that whatever you did before, it must have been right.... nothing could've been too bad or gone too wrong because it led you to this person..)
