Every day starts with some expectations of others and some dreams of self, but every night ends with some dreams of others and some expectations from self.
Who we are in reality?
From the first day of our life to till the last breath of life, we are confused to understand who we are. The day we born, we come late but our relations come before us. We become sons and daughters of our parents, brothers and sisters of our siblings and so many other attached relations. No one has ever asked us about our will to make any new relation. All the relations are already decided for us without any choice. It is not about complaining but it is about the freedom to choose new relation of our own. One relation which we make by our own in this life is friends. Still all other predetermined relations feel unhappy about that.
Our life is a pre-designed plan of our relations if we try to change a piece of that plan, all others feel hurt.
Then who we are?
A planned baby or a mistake, a bless or a curse, a reason for joy or sorrow for someone. If we are taught to live our lives with our dreams and their expectations then why both get exchanged always. Why making ourselves happy doesn't make all others happy. Why it is termed as outrageous when we decide to do something of our own, why it is seen as outlawed when we try to chase our own dreams.
If we are the flowers of a garden and gardener wants to give us best possible care and protection, so that we can bloom at fullest. But when care starts suffocating, protection starts forbidding then we start dying rather blooming.
Love and care can be regressive if they blind the person who loves and can be dangerous for the person whom they love.
A beautiful bird could lose her sheen and voice when she will be caged on the name of protection and care.
Love is not pure if it is not making the person you love free from your love, Care cannot be true if it is not giving space for growth to whom you care.
Most of the times intentions are pure but actions are mixed with possessiveness, jealousy and ego.
They stop realizing that they are no longer loving or caring us, but their ego.
Again Love dies because of ego.
Who we are in reality?
From the first day of our life to till the last breath of life, we are confused to understand who we are. The day we born, we come late but our relations come before us. We become sons and daughters of our parents, brothers and sisters of our siblings and so many other attached relations. No one has ever asked us about our will to make any new relation. All the relations are already decided for us without any choice. It is not about complaining but it is about the freedom to choose new relation of our own. One relation which we make by our own in this life is friends. Still all other predetermined relations feel unhappy about that.
Our life is a pre-designed plan of our relations if we try to change a piece of that plan, all others feel hurt.
Then who we are?
A planned baby or a mistake, a bless or a curse, a reason for joy or sorrow for someone. If we are taught to live our lives with our dreams and their expectations then why both get exchanged always. Why making ourselves happy doesn't make all others happy. Why it is termed as outrageous when we decide to do something of our own, why it is seen as outlawed when we try to chase our own dreams.
If we are the flowers of a garden and gardener wants to give us best possible care and protection, so that we can bloom at fullest. But when care starts suffocating, protection starts forbidding then we start dying rather blooming.
Love and care can be regressive if they blind the person who loves and can be dangerous for the person whom they love.
A beautiful bird could lose her sheen and voice when she will be caged on the name of protection and care.
Love is not pure if it is not making the person you love free from your love, Care cannot be true if it is not giving space for growth to whom you care.
Most of the times intentions are pure but actions are mixed with possessiveness, jealousy and ego.
They stop realizing that they are no longer loving or caring us, but their ego.
Again Love dies because of ego.
