Cause, Meet Effect. You can singlehandedly create a causal relation between two things that are currently unconnected — a word and an emotion, a song and an extreme weather event, wearing a certain color and winning the lottery. What cause would you link to what effect, and why? One of the most common problems, that I usually face is in handling my own anger. I am very very thankful to my Yoga Practice and my friends who help me to calm down each day, each hour. But recently as I was reading the Millennium series book #1, I remember when Holger Palmgren, first guradian of Lisbeth Salander advises her to think of consequences before picking up a fight with anyone in society. In the story, the girl Salander is an intelligent,genius computer hacker, chain smoker and an anti social personality. On observing her behavior, Plamgren advises her the importance of not reacting to any situation violently. Instead, he emphasizes on how to keep calm and think of consequences before venting out. In this way, he manages to teach Lisbeth, how to manage darkest of the situations in her life. After finishing the first series, I pondered over those words again. And yesterday, one of my friends asked me to shut myself from outer world and reboot myself for atleast 15 min a day. He advised me to just keep my mouth shut and stay quiet and think nothing for 15 min. I went back to my home and before retiring to bed, I was re-thinking the lines told by my friend over and over again until i drifted off to sleep. But today as I woke up, to my surprise I was once again thinking of the same advice again. I then remembered the most famous quote by Confucius. “When anger rises, think of the consequences” So as I was rebooting myself early in the morning, I was becoming conscious of my own self and I realized few moments where I fucked up very badly with my anger. Thanks to my friend and the book for making me realize such a simple fact which almost has ruined many things in my life. When things go off the track, you need that one person who can bring you back to the same track by offering you some genuine advice.
Write about any topic you wish, but make sure your post features a bookcase, something cracked, and a song you love.
This story is purely fictional
Tina sat beside the window sill looking at a distance and was lost in thoughts. It was midnight 12:00 AM and she was sitting all alone with a cracked heart. She could not think of any other song than “I will always love you” by Whitney Houston.
She thought to herself how strange is that, sometimes the lyrics of the songs which you hear exactly reciprocates to those million feelings which you experience in your heart.
She then walked towards the bookcase and took out a big binder. It was filled with hundreds of things which reminded her of her ex-boyfriend. Emails, Greeting Cards, Photographs and hundreds of loose sheets filled with poems and odes in the celebration of those good old days. In a week or so she was about to get married with Rohan. And she felt, it is time to burn this biggest mistake of her life forever.
She took the chronologically arranged stack of sheets in her hand. She plugged her iPod into her ears and let the same song by Whitney Houston play again….
The song went by….
If I should stay
I would only be in your way
So I’ll go but I know
I’ll think of you every step of the way
She brought the steel dustbin from the corner of her room and set the first 10 letters which they had written for each other. She thought to herself how easy it must have been for him to say I should move out of his way. Bastard.
And I… will always love you, ooh
Will always love you
My darling, you…
Love?? She questioned herself. One fucking word which has literally broke her heart a million times relentlessly. She took out the pressed rose which she had gifted to him on his birthday. The flower had a tag “For a person who brought a sweet fragrance to my odorless life”. There came a crooked smile on her face and off she tore the tag and the flower into the burning flame.
Bittersweet memories –
That is all I’m taking with me.
Please don’t cry:
We both know I’m not what you, you need
Cry? Bastard. Swine. You don’t even deserve the last droplet from the dried up reservoir of tears from my heart. All you ever deserve is a lesson … maybe you should host a seminar on “101 ways to break someone’s heart” She took out the red envelope which had his first greeting card to her on Valentines Day.
And I… will always love you
I… will always love you
She cursed him again “Fucking asshole… drowned me in the ocean of emotions and now left me with pile of haunting memories… Just die” and threw 20 more sheets into the flame. The flames were getting more and more intense when she went to kitchen and brought some Kerosene and poured it on the teddy bear he had gifted just before they broke up.
I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have all you’ve dreamed of
And I wish you joy and happiness
But above all this I wish you love
She then put the entire binder into the dustbin and sat on the sofa. She pulled the earphones for once and deleted the song from her playlist. She then took her diary from the book case and wrote
“Off its gone away permanently from the bookcase of my life….
Gone are the haunting memories of a fucking asshole who kept pestering me day and night…
Its time to let go of all the things now and start a new life…..
Its time to mend this broken heart with a new song…
A song of hope… a song of faith and a song of determination to lead a positive life…
Forgiving the unforgivable is difficult but I got to do that for myself and my peace of mind….
I don’t wanna go back and dig those dead graves back….Because I can see the sun rising from the horizon in a matter of few hours….
Its time to gulp down some sleeping pills and to enter into a tranquil world …. away from the constant humming of some distorted tunes ….
Its time to get up and move on…. “
She closed the diary and popped up some pills and in few minutes drifted into a world of tranquility.
“God can heal a broken heart, but He has to have all the pieces – Anonymous”
What’s your next, most pressing deadline? Are you excited, stressed, or ambivalent about it? What’s the first thing you’d like to do once you’re done with it?
The most pressing deadline for 2015 would be
- Writing 200 new Blog Posts.
- Reading 100 New books.
- Pushing myself every time I lag behind my schedule.
Yes, of course I am excited and the first thing I will do once I am done with these goals would be to eat 1 huge bowl of Chocolate Ice-cream.
Tell us about the object of your dejection — something you made, a masterpiece unfinished, or some sort of project that failed to meet your expectations. What did you learn from the experience? How would you do things differently next time?
They say “Failing to plan is planning to fail”
The reason why I remembered about this quote was today’s daily prompt. I had a beautiful goal of blogging daily on all the topics presented by the 365 Daily Prompts book offered by WordPress.com for this year. But due to my laziness and never ending excuses I could hardly ever complete the first 10 pages of that e-book.
Its then I realized how much of a pathetic blogger I was. It was one project where I failed to meet my own expectations. The second project was “Goodreads 2014 Reading Challenge”
I had set 12 books as a goal for this 2014 Reading Challenge. And throughout the entire year, this Laziness and excuse took repeated toll on my mind resulting in me completing only 8 out of 12 books. This is yet another embarrassing thing for me.
That is the reason, whenever someone introduces me to their friends saying “She is an avid blogger and a voracious reader” I die a million times. I die out of shame and self guilt that I am such a pathetic reader + blogger.
So What did I learn from this experience?
- A goal without a plan is just a wish.
- Always have back up plans because you never know when things turn into ugly and you are unprepared for your failure.
- No matter how hard it may seem, just stick onto your plan and never stop pushing yourself towards the plan.
Having learnt the above few things, I then started taking both my hobbies too seriously.
- No matter how sleepy I am, or how tired I feel, I open the laptop and start blogging.
- I read atleast one page before I close my eyes before I drift into a world of dreams.
I was feeling happy because something is better than sitting there and aimlessly feeling bad about my failure to plan things. Ofcourse, I cannot complete 300 blogs in less than 5 days before the 2014 ends. I cannot read 5 books more to complete my Reading Challenge. But I will be happy that atleast I did not fail to accept defeat and brood over my failure to plan things well.
Its never too late to become what you might have been.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Language of Things.”
You have to write a message to someone dear to you, telling that person how much he/she means to you. However — instead of words, you can only use 5-10 objects to convey your emotions. Which objects do you choose, and what do they mean?
Message I want to convey:
You are the creator of your destiny. Gear yourself with the gifts that you hold in your hand for a bright future.
Here are the 5 Objects/Things that I will use to convey my emotions
A set of Vintage Diaries: To jot down all the amazing experiences that life offers to you. Also to chalk out all your goals in life.
Set of Ink Pens: Pen is always mightier than the sword. So here I give you an arsenal of weapons for mass creation.
A sand clock: You are here on this Earth only for a limited time. So, stop whiling your time and start working hard. You never know, when you have to leave this world.
A bag full of letters and sheets full of poems and articles dedicated to that person : Words are like drugs. They are so addictive and so nourishing and help you stay highly positive all the time. Emotions are best expressed when you paint them in words.
Set of self help books: “Nothing lasts forever.” So is the case with Motivation as well. So stay motivated every day with these books.
What 5 objects do you use to convey your emotions?