When life seems like one big mess
Like the view from behind a black shade
Where Everything looks bleak and grey
When getting out of bed seems like a hurculean task
And you feel like heading outside with a clowns mask
Keeping putting one foot before the other
And just tell yourself I’ll get thru this hour
For everyone, we’ve got only this day
Even when life seems all lovely we will never know how long it is there to stay
The miseries that are at your doorsteps
Are not tattooed onto your life forever
With just a dollop of faith and a grain of hope
Take a deep breath and calmly cope
For When you are on the other side, you will see
How this pain has broken something deeper within thee,
To bring forth light and discard the unnecessary.
So hold on don’t let go…
For another miracle is yet to unfold.
You walk into any store and now you find coloring book for adults!
Proven to reduce stress and help you to be in the moment is their claim and it did help me I would say- atleast to focus and be in the moment.
Along with it, it brought back nostalgic memories of my childhood. Color markers were Rs.12 per pack and it was a luxury. I tried my best to not get over excited and use it completely before the year ends and spend another Rs.12. Then when I look back I see it has been years since I have touched a color marker to draw and color with it.
But now my daughter has a box full of them and I gave myself the permission to get over board and color to my hearts content and the joy I got in return was priceless.
Every human being has an urge to create, be it a poem,a meal,gardening or a song. But there is an equally opposing force within us that tries to quell this urge, so that we don’t look stupid or face the criticism of those around us.
After reading that Hitler wanted to be a professional artist but he failed the entrance exam to the Academy of fine Arts in Vienna and you know the rest of the story, I wondered how history would have changed if it wasn’t the case.
This urge within us for creative expression is something we need to pay heed to and create, not to get accolades from the world but as a way to portray the world through your eyes.
Maybe you might get a few people who would like what you do, but in the end it is the joy of creating that gives you a high like nothing else. Instead, we numb that urge to create with distractions and addictions and finally complain that we don’t have time!
Yes, maybe that interest that you have, cannot be made into a full time profession, but nevertheless we need to put it on our priority list and do what we love to do even if it is for a few hours a week.
Everyone of us are equally creative in our own ways, it is our job to find it and give it wings.
If you need more inspiration. A book that would help you to give yourself the encouragement to create is “Big Magic” by Elizabeth Gilbert.
This book is your permission slip to create and leave a part of you in this world when you are not around anymore.
I want to live in a Utopian world. Is there anything wrong with that? People tell me it’s unrealistic and I’m setting myself up for disappointment. But I am not dissuaded. I believe you get what you expect and if you don’t dream big, reach for the moon and the stars, you’ll never get your feet off the ground.
I read a poem recently on a blog from a talented writer/poet named Nimmu. I was so moved by her poem of the perfect world that I asked if I could share it for my Utopia topic, she gladly agreed. So here it is: My Perfect World, by Nimmu.
In my perfect world,
We will live without borders
Reach out to one another in time of disorder.
In my perfect world,
We will speak a language everyone understands
Leave our egos and love will outstand.
In my perfect world,
Not one human goes…
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Do you take your thoughts seriously?
If so I can imagine how your life would be,
riddled with fear and anxiety
life feels like a horror film on eternity
But if you observe very carefully
They are like passing clouds floating endlessly
Dont believe them unnecessarily
For they are not what they seem to be.
Replace them with positivity
whenever it is necessary
Let them float across without touching thee
Being aware of the vicious cycle of negativity
You will see your life turnaround
to a future that is bright and unbound.
Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound’s the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
Author – Robert Frost