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The whole is greater than sum of its parts. ~Aristotle

Sometimes for clear perspective, ‘How much?” is an apt inquiry.

How much do you love your life?

How much do you love the fact that you are alive, or synonymously, how much do you love this fleeting moment, … the present?

How much do you care about your future?

How much do you love anyone? Your Father. Your Mother. Your siblings. Your Boyfriend. Your Girlfriend. Your Grandparents. Your yours.

How much does any one random or a particular event — matters, in the equation of how much you love your one whole life?

How much do you care about yourself?

How much are you serious about the serious things in life?

Purpose? Responsibility? Friendship? Kindness? Goals?

How much do you want to make this life the best!

How much are you doing all of these deliberately?

How much are you deeply fulfilled?

How much do you have to beat yourself up to be the one fulfilled?

Lastly,

It all boils down to two simple questions.

How much is ‘enough’ to last?

How much would ‘anything’ matter?

Namaste.

What’s your definition of ‘The Best Day’ ?. ~ author

Ralph Waldo Emerson writes,

“Finish every day and be done with it. For manners and for wise living it is a vice to remember. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it well and serenely, and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This day for all that is good and fair. It is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the rotten yesterdays.”

It has always been ‘forward’. It has always been about’the’ now and the ‘future’.

What you do today is always going to matter the most.

What you did will most certainly explain the bulk about your ‘current’ circumstance.

And, if you don’t have an aim, and you move with the wind of fate and luck, the ‘sleep-walking’ is obvious!

Treat each day as a miracle,

as an only day,

as your absolute existence.

Marcus Aurelius pens down,

“Concentrate every minute like a Roman— like a man— on doing what’s in front of you with precise and genuine seriousness, tenderly, willingly, with justice. And on freeing yourself from all other distractions. Yes, you can— if you do everything as if it were the last thing you were doing in your life, and stop being aimless, stop letting your emotions override what your mind tells you, stop being hypocritical, self-centered, irritable. You see how few things you have to do to live a satisfying and reverent life? If you can manage this, that’s all even the gods can ask of you.”

Let that sink in.

Namaste.

One day. One grade. One assignment. One mistake — doesn’t define you!

Anonymous

I have been there.

The chase for the perfect Grade Point Average.

GPA 4.0.

A’s. More A’s.

Grades that have hardly shaped my personal and professional life.

Recently I had a candid conversation with — say Mr. X (for fragment of your imagination).

He was really upset about the grades he received for the module.

He was seemingly beating himself up for one meager mistake that costed him an ‘A’.

I was really trying to listen to him and at the same time also trying my best to figure out the right things to say.

But, perhaps he didn’t need anything coming from me.

Maybe he ONLY needed a listening ear to pour his full heart and that’s it, and not someone sympathizing, not someone hardly helping.

Looking back, I wouldn’t have felt any different than what he was going through. For, I am in that same race too. The race that I know is very expensive to participate in. The race that I know is seemingly significant but practically are mere numbers.

Tonight I want to swallow this pill once again, “GPA 4.0, or straight A’s is not the dream, is not the only way, the dream m.u.s.t be something else!”

The purpose must be progress. Not a transcript.

Your identity must be your virtues. Not grades.

Your dream must be fulfillment and appetite for more responsibility. Not A’s.

Your hunger must be competence. Not 4.0.

Namaste.

Enjoy whatever you are going through. It’s not simple. It’s possible.

~author

Food for brain. Epictetus wrote:

“Now is the time to get serious about living your ideals. How long can you afford to put off who you really want to be? Your nobler self cannot wait any longer. 

Put your principles into practice – now. Stop the excuses and the procrastination. This is your life! You aren’t a child anymore. The sooner you set yourself to your spiritual program, the happier you will be. The longer you wait, the more you’ll be vulnerable to mediocrity and feel filled with shame and regret, because you know you are capable of better. 

From this instant on, vow to stop disappointing yourself. Separate yourself from the mob. Decide to be extraordinary and do what you need to do – now.”

Everyday I feel grateful to be living the life I’m given. I must confront this is my ‘third’ life because there were time when chances were — just mere ‘chances’ between life and death.

Everyday I live for the two. One for myself, one for the one who wanted to. She use to say, there’s no point in living a life with a heavy heart and expensive baggage. I will never forget ‘that’ for the rest of my life. And, I have not seen anybody as her who wanted to cheat awaiting death just to l.i.v.e to see another day. She passed away right infront of me. She’ll forever be the constant background music in my life.

Everyday I thank my room (apparently a dorm where I’m living) before I leave her — ready to get sucked into the matrix of regular grind — for taking care of me and my dear belongings; for a good night sleep; for letting me keep my privacy; for warmth; for protection; for being a silent companion;

for always inviting me without expectations,

without judgements, and

without weights.

Everyday I question, how can I make my ‘today’ better than it was yesterday. Although I end up spending most of my time in an infinitely looping ‘Groundhog Day’. I try nevertheless.

Everyday I die. Everyday I try to be the better version of what, who and where I was.

Namaste.

Bad days aren’t really bad. Give it 48 hours!

~I

We both looked at each other.

Our eyes moist, bloodshot, trying desperately to hide herself; the face melting, questioning; the surrounding air partly frozen, fully painful, all the more poisonous — we fishing cried.

Oh! We cried the fish out!

In the aftermath, some part of us revived.

Part of us died.

I reckon thoughts are more painful than the reality.

Hmm..

Now, as far as healing is concerned.

Healing, needs kindness.

Gentleness.

Calmness.

Forgiveness.

Healing — it merely needed a fresh perspective.

It needed an objective purpose.

It needed a good food with chilled soda.

It needed a brisk 30 minutes conversational walk!

Oh! We walked the fish out!

Namaste.

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.

~Heraclitus

Ever dreamt?

Every dream I once dreamt are coming true.

Dream more, dream brave — she whispers into my ears.

She adds, “And while you dream, and while the chase is on;

you’re also trading a fundamental asset that you will never get back — Time!”

Tonight, sleep on this;

Our full life is all about, as simple as — what we ‘actively’ do with our time!

Dreaming.

Discovering.

Becoming.

Acting.

Chasing.

Hustling.

Resting.

Practicing.

Recovering.

Perfecting.

Wasting!

Namaste.