A drift of sense

Helping is a word. Well, everything I am writing here are words too. By the time you will be reading this sentence, you will have thought more than once of the word ‘Help’ than any of the above words.  I mean, it cannot be dealt with just once. When you help someone, someone’s got to help you back and when you are helped by someone you are bound to do the same. So, help is always stronger when it is working on both hands. I am not saying anything we don’t know but something we have not realized. And things can work out only when you are willing to help. But again, somewhere inside we are little selfish. When we need help we try reaching our desperate measures and when it’s the payback time we often hesitate. Some more than others and some people never.  So at the end of the day everybody is a little selfish, no one can deny that. Sometimes people are selfish because they cling on to truth all their lives and leave everything behind them. Nelson Mandela did 27 years in prison without thinking what his family might be going thorough as he says in his autobiography. We have our own excuses too but are those honest causes? Well, time will tell and it will be just about now. We will only get what we give in the first place.

Like people say, if we did all the things that we advice people about; we might actually get those things done in our life too. I have too, advised people about getting up early in the morning habit but all I do is sleep through till day. And I get those advices too. Again, we have our own excuses for not doing the things we should have done. But those excuses will only take us some far and then we are on our own. And the day we learn how to be on our own, that will be more fun than getting all drowned in our own excuses. Life is never steady, everyday is a different day. When we realize; we are actually being inflicted by different pains each day. We are happy for different reasons and sometimes for no reasons at all. We meet new people. We shake hands with new friends. We make new promises and break old. We make new commitments. We fight new wars and celebrate new victories. New heroes are born and old villains are taken down for good. All these things and more happen every single day; it kind of helps us to reach this presumption that, life is different every day. Every day is a new beginning and we can start over leaving all our past behind us any time we want. Whatever path you walked all your past life on, you can always hit a new road.

We often find ourselves in a tricky situation, we want to express things and we are short of words. We want to buy things and we are short of money or sometimes totally broke. We want to fight and we are painted coward all over our face. We want to help and we lack empathy.  We want to win and all we get to taste is a bitter defeat. Life can be this barbaric sometimes. It might knock us down to our knees and make us absolutely helpless. We look over for shoulders to rest on and we find none. We cry our eyes out and tears roll down like springs during rain. We find ourselves somewhere in the middle of crisis, identified as problematic as solving the Rubik’s cube. We know there ought to be some answers but we simply don’t find any. We keep on seeking for answers and we starve of inner peace. Happiness becomes the luxury we can’t afford. We see people around us happy, we stretch out for that happiness switch too but our hands get all dipped in despair.

To be honest, I am not sure if people feel the way I have described as in above sentences. These could only be my personal feelings, feelings only useful to help me rearrange my sadness into pathetic sentences I can write as blog. Whatever it might be, an individual feeling or a common feeling, I am too tired of holding it for eternity. I want to cut loose with these feelings and be happy. When I googled for happiness, a picture came up that said ‘Happiness is a journey…Not a destination.’ I am all set out for the tour already, hoping never have to feel that gloom again.