Just thinking...

Resistance

Alarm goes off but my sleepy head wants to snooze some more,

“I am on a diet” I say, and instead stuff my mouth with some chocolate dripping smores

I know I need to exercise to keep healthy and fit

But the comfort of the couch is pain-free and I instead sit

Seeing paint and brushes, I yearn to make art

Remembering my childhood, I glow from my heart

Then I tell myself, It’s not like I’m Picasso, who is going to care.

It’s better to stay the same, instead of provoking glares.

And promise myself, that I will start afresh soon

It’s been twenty years, and I’m yet to find time to do the things I should do

Why is that I resist that which would make me feel good?

Is there a conspiracy again all my “Shoulds”?

I look on my shoulder and see an evil grin,

Telling me I finally found out my evil twin.

I nip him and put him in a box with a tight lid

And say to myself, that I will start today instead.

 

Steven Pressfield  in his book “The War of Art: Winning the Inner Creative Battle” says there is a force just like gravity in this universe “Resistance” which restricts us from doing the work that we came here to do. It was nice to finally have a name for all the times, we have not done the things that we know that we should do, but never do it anyway. It comes in many forms he says, as Procrastination, lethargy, excuses and it is our job to recognize it and do that which our heart tells us to do. In the end, at least we are happier that we overcame resistance instead of feeling miserable about all the things we never did.

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Just thinking...

Choice…

C

Life and death a parenthesis in eternity
What I do in between is entirely left to me.
The circumstances that I was born into
Was exactly what I needed, for my soul to evolve consciously.
But where I went from there
Was the choice bestowed unto me.
I have the power, I have the choice
To make this place hell or a place to rejoice.
I could wallow in self-pity, blame others for my problem
and cry out at the injustice done unto me;
Or use the lessons that I learnt to help some other soul
Be a beacon of hope and guide them to their true North Pole.
Spread love instead of bitterness, forgive instead of spitefulness, be grateful and not complain.
Help me God to remember these choices and to live without disdain.

Just thinking...

Busy Bees

BMy day is filled with tasks to be done

When you become an adult, there is no time for fun.

As busy as busy bee’s flying from flower to flower

I run like a chicken with its head on fire.

Laundry to wash

Dishes to load

Appointments to make

Even if I leave one task, I feel like my life is at stake.

With an endless list of things to do

“Being busy” has become my life’s main goal.

The chirp of birds catches my attention

Finally I walked out to the sun to ease my tension

Flowers blooming everywhere,

Emerald green grass dancing in the air,

Spring is here, and I finally see

That nature gets everything done without any hurry.

Life unfolds in silence beautifully.

Why do I then put myself in such a misery?

Let me put my legs up and smell the breeze

After all isn’t life made of these kinds of small memories?

Just thinking...

Awake?

A

Seas filled with toxic dump,

Forests slayed to make more room,

Carbon spewed through the industrial pump

Making glaciers melt fast, pronouncing doom.

Hatred running rampant with her hair billowed in the breeze

People killed in the name of glory

Nuclear tensions rising with unease

Animals lives too are grim and gory

God are you awake? don’t you see, all that is happening in our planet which makes me weep.

Please wake up God, clear this mess I plead.

In the silence God whispered

I am awake

ARE YOU?