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Dear Future Self, Forward and Onward

Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up.


We can only wish,
For the life to be a car ride,
On an empty highway,
Blasting our favourite songs,
Embracing the wind,
With no speed barkers, no bumps,
And no sign to stop.

But life hates being monotonous,
That feeling of happiness is sometimes short-lived.
Yes, that is true, I agree,
But so does the miseries, which go away,
At some point of time or other,
Paving a way for your smile, for your joy,
To spread amongst those who surround you.

A revered nun of Sri Saradamath, once said that,
Intelligence is what the human beings have,
The ability to think and ponder,
And find solutions.

So the best action at time of distress and difficulties
As human beings, we choose, is to move forward,
The same revered nun once quoted the Upanishad,
'Charaiveti, charaiveti',
Go forward, go forward, look forward,
Onward (you) march.

© onerandompoet

[I am starting this series DEAR FUTURE SELF, it is easy to give advice to others, so here I focus on advising my future self. It is true these words might become less relevant, become immature or even meaningless in due course of time, in that case I expect the Future Self to be mature enough to judge on which ones to ignore and which ones to draw energy from.

I will tag few older posts as well to the label which might have good advice for the future self.]

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