There was an island where all feelings lived. One day there was a flood and all the land was swept.. one single boat for all feelings to get in… ‘Love’ waited for all like a captain of humanity.. but ‘Ego’ refused to come, said it won’t get into ship.. ‘Love’ died because of ‘Ego’, it just perished..
Revealing the significance of Journey..
“..Rising from the heart of ocean it flows along with its friends to a common destination… like merry children spilling out of their houses and sprinting gaily.. Cheering with each other they come to the shore, from where they disappear back into the ocean..”
“The purpose of life is not destination, it is the journey itself”
– Shiva Trilogy (By Amish Tripathi)
We are born with nothing and we die with nothing. We often think about achieving a destination or a goal believing it is more important aspect, but that is wrong.
Whatever we do, there is only single destination – Our origin. The power and intensity lies in the purpose of our journey. What do we do in the society while we are alive, counts. Either good or evil for the society, focusing more on career of relations, working all day for being better or just enjoying little moments of life..
What counts is the journey
Destinations are same for all
Find the purpose and meaning in life
The path is led to origin after all..
Did you find the purpose of you life yet? What is it? Let me know about them!
Stay Blessed, Stay inspired..!
I made this a while back cause I felt the same like this character. Oh yep I don’t smoke.. but yes I think a lot 🙂
Another idea from Pinterest..
Remnants of writing
This is another piece of remnant about expected hardships that come in your life much more earlier than thought. Happy reading!
“.. With steady imaginary hands horizontally placed on your forehead you try to look into the future ahead, regarding all the factors which affect your life. You figure out that there are lot of hardships in your way. So you pace up and start right next day to prepare for the upcoming wars, so that you face in feisty way & won’t turn into dismay when the hardship starts. But the time starts playing games, you are lost in preparing and it creates new lanes for this war to emerge.. towards you.. and charge upon until you are submerged. The war was expected as a little late but it came early with the fate. Life always teaches to keep ‘learning doors’ ajar, whenever you face an uncalled expected war..”
Remnants of writing..
This is my first post in ‘Remnants’ category. I’d like to drop all imaginary and pieces of writings here which do not fall in any category. They may be descriptive, some aesthetic or just thoughts..evolved to words..hope y’all like it. Enjoy reading 🙂
“.. ‘below’ and ‘above’ both were submerged in complete darkness. In ‘below’ you could find many things but recognise nothing, just trees.. covered with soft white light.. which came from a height, being a part of ‘above’. Shiny white dots forming unusual patterns were scattered all over ‘above’, trying their best to remove the pall of darkness, along with a glowing satellite, disbanding their light to both parts with regards. They were victorious to lighten the ‘above’, but what about ‘below’? Perplexed answers stay confined.. in the mind.. of a sweet child..”