Within....

And it starts all over again with a little pain and tonnes and tonnes of thoughts crossing the bridge of insecurity. Thoughts that change more rapidly than the bird in the sky flapping its wings in a second to scale the heights that seem to deceive the naked eye. Empty shells of life await the seed of love and respect. A cold nerve hits the head so strong, everything suddenly starts moving around in the shades of grey. The dust of time scratched with a finger unfolds the stories that lie beneath the deepest of the trunks of existence within. A miracle comes along once in a lifetime and should we be wise enough to realize what exactly it means. A will so strong to defy the rules, bend them and break them to bring in life a step closer and appreciate its exuberance and walk that one step farther to watch the horizon extending another mile. That is a miracle. We all extend ourselves to people around us with a sense of boundary which draws the line clear enough for everybody to watch their feet and not step across it, nor do we expect someone trying to walk along it endlessly. However we all tend to cross it for that natural urge within for more and more and more. A knot just unfolded or was it the wall within that just fell. Mend it before little bugs of the other world creep in and take over. The little bugs of insecurity eat up the will and start taking over. A weak rules over the others and a strong rules on himself. The differences are mere enough to be brought up. What holds within the light of knowledge may not always be true and sometimes the dark side which has never been revisited holds the answers to the questions which seem to have no answers. It’s all about extending the horizons and bending the mind beyond the facts and sometimes leading the way with assumptions. What we give out is the reflection of what we breathe in. It is the viscous circle of life and it keeps looking for an end in vain. Patience is a gift we have developed and from within we try to set a benchmark and keep varying it according to the situations we land in. It’s a natural instinct we try to keep a measure of it from time to time and keep working on it. The level of acceptance on the contrary declines and we don’t tend to keep a measure of it as acceptance comes from within. Measuring the level is something we have not yet developed and so tend to sideline it and work only on the surface and revisit it every once in a while for either shunting or revising it. The level is according to the comfort, the ease with which we can sustain our social structures. This structure has to be organized every now and then to mend the boundaries according to the level of acceptance. Every line drawn and varied marks the shunting and revision of the priorities. It’s hard to draw an inference from all the little things in life. A gift lies within all of us and should we be wise enough to realize it to make this world a better place to live in.