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Losers keepers, finders weepers!
My entire life I’ve been looking for something. Something I haven’t found, or if I have then it’s not what I’ve been looking for.
Life has introduced me to a party of situations which I haven’t understood but am still glad I am a guest there. Why? Because that is the only place I can expect to make new friends. By friends I mean problems, experiences that follow, solutions and satisfaction of having lived life. Or atleast giving it a fair shot.
However, when does one find and get to keep experiences? Only when one has lost and wept and yes, moved on too!
When I find something, there’s happiness; a sense of achievement. Then why is it that losing is considered more profound? If you’ve found something along the way of life, why does it pass on … and why does losing something or someone stay with us… forever?
With everything you lose, you find something. Something you’ll keep forever. It never leaves you. You keep it. Or it keeps you.
We’ve heard of many a saying like “when the going gets tough, the tough get going”, “keep your face towards the sun and the shadows will fall behind”, “one bird in the hand is worth two in the bush”, and so on.
Why didn’t anyone tell me that when you’ll look up to face the sun, the light will bloody hurt your eyes, that the one bird in your hand will fly off in one second of negligence and that sometimes when the going gets tough, even the tough have a tough time getting up.
However, if there wasn’t any silver lining on any cloud, then hopes would never rise and then ofcourse no one would ever care about them being crushed. That would be a sad sad world. Wouldn’t it?
Rejection is good. It keeps me humble.
Betrayal is essential. It keeps me alert.
Death is inevitable. It keeps me prepared.
Hopes are like waves. They’re meant to rise and fall.
Love is like a feather. Its soft touch comforts you.
Life is like the planets’ revolution. It comes full circle.
When you lose something, you become the keeper of many good things. And when find something, you know you might have come too far in it’s search… maybe lost something on the way…?
Losing is good. I feel richer at the end of the day.
My entire life I’ve been looking for something. Something I haven’t found, or if I have then it’s not what I’ve been looking for.
Life has introduced me to a party of situations which I haven’t understood but am still glad I am a guest there. Why? Because that is the only place I can expect to make new friends. By friends I mean problems, experiences that follow, solutions and satisfaction of having lived life. Or atleast giving it a fair shot.
However, when does one find and get to keep experiences? Only when one has lost and wept and yes, moved on too!
When I find something, there’s happiness; a sense of achievement. Then why is it that losing is considered more profound? If you’ve found something along the way of life, why does it pass on … and why does losing something or someone stay with us… forever?
With everything you lose, you find something. Something you’ll keep forever. It never leaves you. You keep it. Or it keeps you.
We’ve heard of many a saying like “when the going gets tough, the tough get going”, “keep your face towards the sun and the shadows will fall behind”, “one bird in the hand is worth two in the bush”, and so on.
Why didn’t anyone tell me that when you’ll look up to face the sun, the light will bloody hurt your eyes, that the one bird in your hand will fly off in one second of negligence and that sometimes when the going gets tough, even the tough have a tough time getting up.
However, if there wasn’t any silver lining on any cloud, then hopes would never rise and then ofcourse no one would ever care about them being crushed. That would be a sad sad world. Wouldn’t it?
Rejection is good. It keeps me humble.
Betrayal is essential. It keeps me alert.
Death is inevitable. It keeps me prepared.
Hopes are like waves. They’re meant to rise and fall.
Love is like a feather. Its soft touch comforts you.
Life is like the planets’ revolution. It comes full circle.
When you lose something, you become the keeper of many good things. And when find something, you know you might have come too far in it’s search… maybe lost something on the way…?
Losing is good. I feel richer at the end of the day.
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