Confusion
Though I am made to see things clearly, as white and black… am mixing it all up.
Am being told what to do and what not to do, am still not listening to them.
I want to be on my own but I don’t want to regret later on as well.
Maybe I should just follow what is being said, and hold back my mind from wandering all around.
I can see things are going wrong and time is slipping away but I can also see that this is not the way I wanna go on. Maybe I should just follow what is being said, but I cant seem to be able to do so.
Then what will I be able to do? What do I want?
Am I doing anything at all ?
Am taking time… yes I am slow… so what? Cant I take my time, to learn?
Maybe its all wrong and am pushing away just what I need, but because I don’t realize it right now, doesn’t mean I will ruin it all… i might understand one day… will it be too late by then?
Am confused… but am taking delight in it…
I get frustrated but its exciting to figure it out…
There are a few things am sure of and I don’t want to lose them…
Am acting insane and as my parents say ‘irresponsible’ , but I dot really get it… lets hope I understand what I want some day….and its not too late by then…
Coz I wanna enjoy this world… I wanna spend hours just looking at my favourite trees and I don’t understand why I shouldn’t. I don’t feel am wasting my time when I do that… but why am I made to feel that I am? Why cant I think like everyone else? When will I ? or will I ever?
its never too late : )
ReplyDeletemayb you ll regrt not movin as you were told later...mayb if you walk the way you ll regrt not takin your own path later...so thats bout it to regrts...lol
look at the trees...they dont tlk to many ppl...thats y many wil think youre mad...but then wud you rathr tlk to these ppl??
every way will have everything...in its own diffrnt combinationsno doubt...
isi lie i laugh and sing loudly dancin to it
ki jugni hasdi vee hasdi..
ki jugni hasdi vee hasdi..te dil vich basdi!!!
hahahahahahaha....
ouch uuch kuch nahi!
:)
ReplyDeleteWork
ReplyDeleteThen a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work."
And he answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.
But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.
You have been told also life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.
And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.
Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "he who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is a nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet."
But I say, not in sleep but in the over-wakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.
Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.
khalil gibran