We often try to run away from our original types, sprinting our way to security. That is when the universe hits us like a pro-boxer, hitting us back to the wonderful turf of life. More often than not, it’s a pleasant experience to lie down in the ring, looking at the sky above, and revisiting the sprints.
People who know me, won’t find it tough to get the underling theme of the aforementioned words. I still remember the day when I began my writing journey. It used to be a way to shriek, when nobody listens. As a 23 year old, all I had was anger towards the tangled ways of the society. Three years down the line, a lot has changed. What hasn’t changed, is my love for those lines from the movie “A Beautiful Mind”:
“It’s only in The mysterious equations of love that any logic or reasons can be found. I’m only here tonight because of you. You are the only reason I am… you are all my reasons. ”
I still write, but the hatred has made way for something bigger, which has made me better as a person. Whatever we do, whatever we get, it’s because of someone’s prayers. Since I am not sure whose prayers worked, I decided to thank every individual of my life.
It’s my nature to hold the beans right at the point of spilling them, letting the curiosity find its way. Thank you everyone, for listening to the muted shrieks in the past.
P.S.: Hang on, I might be giving invitation cards in near future. 😉
“Dude! You look like David Beckham”
And the dude in question soars to the skies. The dude may choose to hide his inner emotions, but he can’t deny the happiness within his mind and heart. Even if he hides his emotions, he is going to try and recreate the same magic, and work towards living the compliment. This is the beauty of appreciation. I am still learning the art of responding to compliments. There is nothing wrong with the comparison to Beckham, but I see perceive it in a different way. One question that comes to my mind is: ‘Whom did Beckam choose to imitate?’, and the spontaneous answer is ‘No-one’. Amidst the glory of compliments, we forget the basics of stardom.
“True heroes never looked like anyone, but they created their own benchmarks”
Let us try to dig deeper into the stardom of guys like Beckham, or Christiano Ronaldo etc. What if Ronaldo was still in Santo António, not known to the world as a champion footballer? There is no way he could have gained the limelight of this intensity. This brings us to the core of the issue, he made himself through his skills and hard work. He chose to focus on his work, became good at it, and that gave rise to his fame.
“Fame should never be the objective, it is just a byproduct of the rewards for hard work”
We are often told to follow a fixed path, and we forget our originality. What worked for someone, may not work for you. There is nothing wrong is using someone’s life as a template, but we should not try to imitate that step-by-step. The conditions which prevailed during his rise, the mentality and situation, cannot be recreated. It’s good to use these personalities as an inspiration, but do not try to follow their track. If someone gained millions from mutual funds, you cannot recreate the market situation to gain the same amount. The best way, is to find what works for you. Mark your strengths, guard your weaknesses.
“Don’t follow anyone, lay your own path and lead the way”
A recent post about someone’s love story gave me this idea of creating a paradox for love, parallel to the omnipotence paradox. If you have not read about the omnipotence paradox, let me try to explain it:
“Omnipotence means ability to do anything. If God is omnipotent, then he must be able to formulate a work which he cannot do. If he cannot create such work, he is not omnipotent. And if he does create such a work, that means he failed to create a work which he cannot do. “
If you are a believer and you are fuming at me for writing this, let me save myself my saying that I am not an atheist. I just saved my life by using the power of words. Jokes apart, I wanted to propose a paradox for first love. My view is that there is no such thing like first love. People fall in love and then they break up. They take their lessons and fall again, to learn some more lessons. Each of those affairs get counted as First-Love at some point of time. Teenagers look for attention givers and protectors, youth looks for exploration, then they pursue stability in their 30s and the cycle goes on. I am seven years behind that mark of 30, so I am not the best person to comment on the love that happens during the age of 30s. “Salt as per the taste”, you must have read it in the recipes. The same applies to love. My conclusion is:
“First love happens once, twice and thrice”
If I made my readers fume once again, I offer my head on a silver plate. Chop it off, add salt as per the taste and eat it. These are my views, and I do not have to be right.