Thoughts #3

I love this Analogy.

You’re holding a cup of coffee when someone comes along nad bumps into you or shakes your arm, making you spill your coffee everywhere.

Why did you spill your coffee?

“Because someone bumped into me!!!”

‘Whatever is inside the cup is what will spill out.’

Therefore, when life comes along and shakes you (which will happen), whatever is inside will come out with it. It easy to fake it with until you get rattled.

So we have to ask ourselves, “What’s in my cup?”

When life gets tough, what spills over?

Joy, gratefulness, peace and humility..etc..

Anger, bitterness, harsh words and reactions?

Life provides you the cup,YOU choose how to fill it.

Today, let’s work towards filling our cul with gratitude, forgiveness, joy, words of affirmation; kindness and gentleness.

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Have a beautiful and positive week ahead🌻✨

you were my unfinished poem

You were my unfinished poem and you weren’t meant for the finished poem.

I used to love your company until or unless something inexplicable happened between Us. I don’t know what it was, maybe it was the ill-effect of the post-pandemic stress that everyone is feeling right now, in their day to day unoccupied occupied schedule.

Or it was when I wrote a poem ‘pretender’ for you. things changed over time. I never thought it was too fast to come by. I remember I wrote forever is a myth, nobody stays forever. everything is ephemeral… I guess, I smelled the fading absence of yours in nearby future.

You know, how I dare to write these by so boldly about you because I know you never read my writings and it easily swept away under your moled nose. you know, I have hated the fact that I loved you. But, just thinking about you keeps my never-changing decision changed. your thoughts remind me that *you were my unfinished poem* and you weren’t meant for the finished poem.

You were my unfinished poem

you are my source of inspiration. every little or less imagination arrives at *the last train to your heart.* and the best part is, it never instil itself to depart, until or unless I feel the feeling of being departure – the feeling of unrealistic togetherness.

Maybe we pretend like everything is the same between us, maybe everything is ephemeral and nobody stays forever. but the feelings I feel for you will always remain the same like the dried precious petals hidden in every next page of the never-ending book. reminding me of that – if one of those petals flew away with the winds; others shall remain and retain with myself.

P.S: it was a never-ending story. My heart wants to write more but I stopped it by doing so…

Thank you !!

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