I used to write, not because I sought attention, but because I always felt I was better expressing my thoughts penning it down. This was something I liked, but like many other good things in my life which I left half way, this blog space wasn’t spared either.
So many travel stories, tales of wisdom, daily struggles went unheard and undocumented. I ended my blogger account few years back since I hoped to have a better and an organized start at wordpress, which I have failed to again. In the process I feel, I haven’t done any justice.
All my life, I have been searching for something or the other. Right now there are too many things i have to do away with. At times you don’t seem to understand where to begin with. I thought a quarter life crisis was something which occurred at when you pass an age 1/4th of your life, I never thought it would be something which would last a quarter of a lifespan.
Doing away with one end would mean yet another start, another try, moving away to a space of anonymity where I would express myself better without any fear of judgement.
Every experience be it good or extremely bad has something to teach, learn from and improve on thereafter. You have certain dreams, your wishlists or expectations but things turn out to be the complete opposite. Maybe this is the abyss, maybe not. Maybe all life events are on the flat curve. Seeking happiness is the main cause of distress and unhappiness. Embrace the what is.
Andy Dufresne: You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?
Andy Dufresne: They say it has no memory. That’s where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.
Red: Let me tell you something my friend.
Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.
Andy Dufresne: [in letter to Red] Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
Red: [narrating] I find I’m so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it’s the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.
Shawshanks Redemption is much more than just a movie. I always look to the above passage and image when I am down, clueless, hopeless. No I can’t be hopeless but hope drives me crazy, but it is necessary to keep that flame alive.
Andy taught me to make the very best of whatever situation you are in, and even when life seems to be unfair or has nothing much to offer, don’t let it steal one thing from you ‘hope’. That is why I hope.
An expert from The Second Himalayan Expedition, by the Scottish mountaineer W.H.Murray
Until one is committed there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way. I have learned a great respect for one of Goethe’s couples:
“Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it!”
A whole stream of events … which no man could have dreamt would have come by his way
The Real Failure
There is a story of a young reporter who was commissioned to interview an old and successful businessman.
`Sir,’ he asked politely, `what has been the secret of your success?’
The older man leaned back on his leather swivel chair, behind his shining mahogany desk, and replied, `Two words, son, two words: right decisions.’
The reporter wrote it down. Then he asked another question. `And how do you learn how to make right decisions, sir?’ he asked.
The successful business man leaned back further and replied, `One word, son, one word: experience.’
The reporter wrote this down, too, and then asked, `Well, sir, how do you acquire experience?’
The older man leaned forward over his desk and whispered conspiratorially, `Two words, son, two words: wrong decisions!’
The only real failure is failing to learn from failure.
What are some great motivational short stories?
Answer by Pratham Jain: