Hearts and Flowers

A fortnight ago my son got a seizure attack, fell in the washroom and injured himself.I panicked at the sight of him lying in a pool of blood. The incident shook me and I’m still coming to terms with it. But I remind myself that I could get timely help and avoid the worse. This was not the first time that I bought my calm senses to the fore. He being autistic my energies are challenged everyday. But this time around it was something I was slightly unprepared for. There comes a time in life when certain incidents wane away our vigor and fortitude. It’s then the memory of some long forgotten episode strikes a note and makes it bearable for us. In moments of emotional catastrophe, memories often turn out to be the ultimate reserves of psyche. The mysterious spectrum which focuses on our basic feelings about life.We never know which memory planted in our past will grow to be a rose. Time and again most pronounced and acknowledged remembrances are ostensibly simple and ones that do not rock the boat.They have capability to replenish our self belief.

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Happiness is….. 

Ofttimes we reason the purpose of life, 

We brood over, if it is success or happiness to end the strife, 

And cross heart, happiness it is !

Life is momentary, 

Passing and slight it becomes, 

In the quest for happiness, 

For happiness we misconstrue as fortunes, 

Although it is a measure of favorable

elements within us. 

Happiness should be the pick, 

To make life authentic, 

To let go the fake

And ease out every heartache. 

Happiness is reminiscing the moments of mirth and joy,

And bringing to mind all that lifts your soul, 

And renouncing all that blows you out, 

And disheartens you throughout. 

Happiness is showing in fulfillment, 

And casting away obsession to perfect, 

And eyeing opportunities to effect. 

Happiness is making time, 

For relationships to last a lifetime. 

For sharing the opulence of love and

gratitude, 

And everytime leaving hearts renewed. 

Happiness is resting the cares, 

And fears of being blown out, 

And not being in the race throughout. 

Happiness is working towards ceaseless well-being, 

For our life to hold out. 
 

The bequest of joy….. 

“One is happy as a result of ones own efforts, once he knows the necessary ingredients of happiness – simple tastes, a certain degree of courage , self-denial to a point, love of work and above a clear conscience.Happiness is no vague dream of that I now feel certain ”-George Sand 

We all keep going in circles to the day we realize that all we were doing was putting away inner peace. We all wait for something to happen to us to make us happy, But in vain. All we have to do is look within us. The journey of self discovery is wonderful, it is then we debar ourselves of the opinions about what we should be and what we should not be. Our life is a creative process and to keep it going we need to replenish it with happiness. Thinking on my feet , I felt that happiness is ephemeral, fleeting and dependent on external stimulants like acceptance. Many of us get caught in a vicious cycle of thinking that we can be happy only if we gain acceptance from others leading us to self -depreciation and hopelessness. We need to believe our life is ours , one of its kind and marvellous. Being genuinely happy starts with the thought we are both the source and cause. We never get to experience our thoughts about the world as it really is , we only get to experience our thoughts about the world Happiness will be ours when we stop chasing and start choosing. Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance and order and rhythm and harmony.So lets bring in that balance into our lives and keep passing the bequest of joy. 

Barry Blanchard puts it as, “I have found I could see better once I figured out how to remove the obstacles in front of me . Strange thing about this is that those obstacles were not in front of me they were inside me. Was this the result of some magicians trick?. Nope, it was just me learning to take responsibility for the darker parts in my heart . What’s my secret ? I just stopped being somebody else. I stopped being right . I stopped hiding behind a facade. I started becoming me….because I’m rare gem just like you.”​