I was born with joy in my heart...people around unintentionally tried to
limit that joy by telling me how to be, how to feel ... I listened to
them for a while and tried to define the reasons and times when I should be joyful and then something within broke through...and here I am ...
with no idea about why a thing should be, or how it should be and or just
when it should be and yet being , doing and living as I deem fit...having
enough faith that I would not be making wrong choices or at least I can.......
accept the consequences of these choices...
I have cried and I have laughed, I have struggled and I have flowed…I
have lived and I have deadened myself…through all this I started finding
myself. All my hurts, broken friendships, unfulfilled relationships were
just like a strokes of chisel and hammer on this beautiful piece of stone
that was being chiseled into a unique piece of sculpture. I could remain as I am, beautiful in raw form, full of potential or accept (without understanding most of the time) the blows and the buffing in complete faith...I wanted to become a sculpture…I chose to walk in faith, somehow knowing "perhaps that whiff again" that life is full of treasures waiting to be discovered...
became my friends, and there were some who saw incompleteness in me and
walked away and there are some who are waiting for me to become a perfect
sculpture before they accept me…but that can only happen when I breathe
my last ….too late for anything !!
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