I have tried enough to swim across the oceans.
Not everyone can watch the horizon kissing the ocean from either of the sides.
I have been there done that, just so you know.
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Even the bravest soldier in the battlefield fear for the impending dawn
I have wandered through every inch of the ground just to feel my pounding heart over and over again, without fearing. Best feeling ever.
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With every second that pass by,
the broken trust, the lost love, disguised promises, demeaned self-respect, the lost character.
I have losen myself, lost almost everything. I have learnt the lesson.
I have become wiser than I was yesterday.
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If you may ask, do you regret anything?
No, I regret nothing.
I had this thought while writing randomly. It wasn’t something I planned to arrive at. It just showed up somewhere as a glimpse, if you will. I accidentally happened to stumble upon it. The idea that one’s own thoughts and ideas could become a medium of influence, instead of constantly depending on something outside for motivation. On the surface, this sounds simple. Almost obvious. But the more I sat with it, the more I realized how rarely we actually live this way. Psychology has spoken about this for years. Daniel Kahneman, for instance, talks about how most of our thinking happens automatically. Fast, reactive, effortless. We respond before we reflect. We consume before we choose. And unless we consciously slow down, our thinking is mostly shaped by what is placed in front of us. A large part of our lives is spent exactly like that. Reacting. To people, situations, content, and opinions. Always responding to something external. In the middle of all this, there is an internal voice ...
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