The Sand and The Sea

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I have to admit, there is nothing more beautiful

than witnessing the sea meet the shore.

Time stands still as one awaits the other.

The waves racing towards the golden grains of sand,

with a force that seems to be unstoppable.

The sand gently uniting with the wind, surrendering itself.

And as they both touch, a promise is made.

The sea vows to always come back,

Even though it has the limitless possibility to discover new islands.

And the sand, well it keeps faith and gives a part of itself to the sea in return as a memory.

Just as it is time to go their separate ways, both embrace.

Unconditionally. But still, hopeful of the future.

That’s the kind of love we must strive for.

Selfless and strong.

Powerful enough to conquer distance.

Brave enough to let go.

Always willing to wait.

Because it knows that there is something worth waiting for.

 

 

 

 

 

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Dear Traveller

Dear Traveller,

I know you get really tired sometimes. Of all the unexpected destinations that you end up on as you follow your path.You question yourself as you look up at the sky. Or across the ocean. Wherever you are.

Sensing the limitlessness of it all. Realizing that you may never know everything, no matter how hard you try.

Now I really can’t give you any advice on how to make that possible – after all, it is my essence. My secret formula. It’s what makes me so special.

All I can say is be grateful. For the ones you meet as you discover incredible things.

Actually, the ones who stand by you when you fall and don’t think you have what it takes to get back up and move on.

Make a conscious effort. Stay in touch. Don’t let time get into the way of things.

Because the truth is that you will never have enough of it.

Be wise. Realize that sometimes what you’re searching for is really something that has always been there. Right in front of you, with you all this while.

Keep your mind open. Be humble.

No matter how successful you become.

Because giant houses and cars are pretty amazing.

And so are all the other fancy things that I see everyone wishing for so often.

I see them do some crazy things, like read horoscopes.

Or believe in fortune cookies.

But trust me, at the end of the day,

Its all about what you’re coming home to.

That someone who waits for you to knock on the door.

The neighbor who smiles at you every morning.

Your favorite spot, where you like to escape to sometimes.

Happiness. The simplest kind.

The joy of eating a bowl of popcorn as you binge-watch your favorite TV show.

Putting on that one song that you’ve listened to too many times and singing.

Dancing in the shower.

Cooking. Reading a good book.

Whatever makes you feel like all the effort is worth it.

I know. I know.

You’ve heard this so many times.

But I thought it might be just what you needed to hear.

At this moment. As you sit and wonder.

Right before you sleep.

And make new promises to yourself about tomorrow.

Be fierce. Be unforgettable.

Be the kind of person that I can talk about for eternity.

I believe in you.

From Life

Admit it, Your’e Afraid

Aren’t we all a little afraid

of admitting the truth?

 

Maybe we have no idea why we are doing what we are doing.

Maybe we should have said what was on our mind.

Maybe the second option should have been our first.

Maybe we should start over.

Maybe tomorrow won’t be the way we pictured it to be.

We think about it all the time.

All this stuff.

And it keeps us awake.

It makes us spend hours trying to gaze into the future.

Trying to make sense of the uncertainty.

Trying to eliminate the risk.

Trying to draw up a plan of some kind.

Trying to make a list of rules to follow.

Trying to come up with a formula to succeed.

 

And then, all of a sudden,

We feel at ease.

Because we think that we’ve cracked that secret code.

The one that can set things right.

The one that is the key to that door that we’ve

been trying to open for what seems like forever.

The one that we think is perfect in every way.

But maybe we’re wrong.

Because things might take a totally different turn.

Life as always has other plans.

Then what?

Was making that plan a waste of time?

Or were those questions that we asked ourselves a lie?

What then, is the best way to live?

 

I have no idea, I have to admit.

I am a little afraid.

And that is the truth.

But then, aren’t we all?

But what if we follow our heart in the end?

Maybe we could fly.

And yes it’s true, we could fall.

But it’s the possibility that we need to look at.

And win against all the doubts.

 

Walk ahead.

Be brave enough to make that choice.

Speak your mind.

Move to a new city.

Embrace the flawed decisions that you may have made.

Because no matter what,

It’s never too late

And remember,

we’re all a little afraid.

Drowning in Dilemma

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She could hold on
or choose to let go
As she stood there fighting
Against the storm
Which was determined to
make her world come crashing down
Leaving her in silence
On her own

She could give up
or choose to go on
As the voices around her
kept playing in her head
Telling her to stop
To battle no more
Warning her of the path
that laid ahead

She could step back
or choose to move forward
As a flood of memories
Blurred her mind
Reminding her of what once was
Of all that she would
Have to leave behind..

 

 

 

2015 – One Last Note

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And as the year comes to an end, here I am – feeling grateful to all of you for helping me reach this far.

For making me believe in my ability to write…not just write but express. I am completely overwhelmed by the response to my first stint as a blogger.

Hope that I am able to touch many more hearts soon…

Looking forward to your continued support…

May the coming year bring with it some more great experiences and many more stories to share! 🙂

Cheers!

Who Am I?

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Am I the words
Often left unsaid
Or am I the reason
for a new beginning?
Am I a follower
In the crowd
Or am I the one
Who can change what they are thinking?

Am I the shade
Against the sun
Or am I an umbrella
Under the rain?
Am I just a story
Now forgotten
Or am I one
Which can be read over and over again?

Am I a dreamer
Who waits for a miracle
Or one who makes their own destiny?
Am I strong
Am I a believer
Or one who’s still stuck on “maybe”?

Am I the one
Who gives second chances
Or one who simply moves ahead?
Am I able to let go
Or do I hold on to what was once said?

Am I calm
Like the ocean
Or am I a ball of fire?
Am I always practical
Or a hopeless romantic
with a heart full of desire?

Am I a shadow
Am I a reflection
Or just another face they see?
Am I the one
They say I should become
Or am I who I want to be?