Infinite boulevard

To be just one of those invisibles, who felt liberated when Augustus Waters clanked his glass of champagne with Hazel’s toasting to a life, that after all, is still filled with goodness, perhaps has been my only motivation when something seems out of place.

In spite of all the tragedies and the losses that we face in our lives, there are things, still existent, that will want to make us believe in the goodness that the world holds.

We’re still here, living, just as we should be doing. But what matters at the end of it all, is our will to take life as if it were a birthday present. Way too many things have been taken for granted in all these years of human existence. Don’t just exist because you ought to, because you were born of an evolutionary process; Live, because you out of those ten thousand species made it to the list of the surviving ones, because there might as well be something that you can do and not fail at.

It all comes down to that one person,
That one person without who, even a cup of coffee could either seem bland or extravagant; Without who, tiny bits of shared chocolates could make you want to relish every bite you swallow;
Without who, hours could turn into minutes into seconds.
One person.
That’s all it takes to find the way
To the neverending maze
We call Life.

To be able to discover parts of ourselves everytime we meet someone new, taught me how essential it is to interact with people.

There’s a reason as to why God chose to create not one but two human beings. After all these years of not knowing as to why God had a notion to create Eve from the very body of Adam, I have finally come to terms that human beings can’t suffice themselves in this very universe all by themselves. If it were really so, the world would definitely not experience the things that it has since the very day of its existence.

I, once used to tell the people around me that I am self sufficient, that I can look after myself, and that I don’t require the physical presence of another fellow human to help me survive better.

I guess, all that’s changed now.

Sometimes all you need is the dramatic yet necessary entry of someone who would make you want to believe in things that you otherwise won’t.

Keeping the doorway jammed will only keep the breeze from coming in. Let it open, let the breeze flow past you, let it remind us why it becomes so essential to surround ourselves with the people we love.

‘Just the fact that we’re trying to fit in a world that is barely even ours, is a great accomplishment in itself, don’t you think?’

But isn’t this world and all the people in it are our only hope? The world is a lot to be offered for the least that we do in return.

Things would definitely be much different if we could see what’s coming.
Future might as well be a beautiful place to dwell in for many, given the world that we’re living in right now.
Keeping all the good things that time travel would bring along with it in mind, would deaths be faced less vulnerably if we knew who we were going to lose the next day or week, perhaps next year?

And then one fateful day, you left.
Remember how we bonded over How Long Will I love you by The Waterboys. ”They don’t make that kind of music anymore” you said. I couldn’t agree more. Not then. Not ever.

We had plenty in common. Sharing similar hobbies, inclination to the same topics of interest, Frangipani being our favourite flower, The Theory of Everything and Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind being our all time favourite movies; we could barely keep ourselves from falling in love with the kind of friendship we shared.

It was different in its own, unresembling way. We never thought that texting each other about our daily lives or making sure that one of us called the other in times of need was something that was ought to be done to keep our friendship alive.

Ours was a friendship that I would never forget. Perhaps the way we made each other feel was all.

Ours was a friendship that made me realize that we don’t always need someone to ‘be there’. Friendships are much more than that. You might not even pick up my call at midnight and I would still be fine. Friendships don’t need to be validated. It’s not math.

Just a little help here and there, and some conversations about how the infinite universe makes our problems seem so very insignificant keeps it alive.

For most of us, life has been unfair. Now, the definition of ‘unfair’ varies with every individual you meet on a daily basis. For a grocery store seller, ‘unfair’ would be customers bargaining for the ideal price, for a writer it would be the fact that he’s not able to write anymore, for a mother it would be being taken for granted.

Well I am none of the above. My disappointments range from not being able to sleep peacefully to not living my life as fully as I should which as a matter of fact is a duty of every individual. If I were ruling a country, I would definitely make amendments in that area. The youth should be penalised for not living their lives as fully.

I am not going to list all the things that I desire to do. But, why is that you need to be feisty and rebellious in order to live your dream? Are those checklist boxes that you need to tick before you sign the doctrine that allows you to live a life that is actually yours?

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All of us learn to live no matter how late that realization hits us. Life is anything but stagnant, like the ebb and flow of tide in and out of the shore.

We learn to live with all those wiped drops of tears, with all the pain as a consequence. And what’s strange is that we don’t even pause to think for a while.

Life becomes a caravan of such neverending stories.

How we don’t sit to count the number of stories we had for ourselves or been parts of, perhaps the centre of all this forms the basis of our empirical reality.

Coming to think of this, water too has turbulence and undulations. Nothing is ever unconstrained, unbroken or placid.

The elaborate way your feathers unfold remind me of how

The phoenix, although a myth, rose from it’s ashes.

Brought me to how you gathered all the ash after that catastrophe.

Life is but a stream of events teaching us to gather it all together.

Built from the ruins.

Summer

The daisies are piercing my back! Why do we need to lay here? Don’t we have a bed at home?

To you, perhaps lying under the clear sky on a bed of daisies was not of much pleasure,

To me, it was a travel back in time to my golden days.

My childhood.

Back then, things were just easy. And so was life.

I wish I could simplify that to you, but you,

Honey you were just six.

Just as I was about to make things simpler, you said,

Why do you need to leave after marriage? Can’t you just be here? I promise to come along with you here everyday to get pierced by the daisies! Don’t leave me please!

This wasn’t the first time you left me dumbstruck.