I need to remind myself everyday that what I’m feeling is not what’s happening. What’s happening is probably very small and my feelings are huge. What’s happening is like the broken patch on the wall and what I’m feeling is, perhaps, like the vines. When I let the feelings recede, I will see the broken patch clearly and deal with it. And the feelings will recede only if I live through them.
Darkness
“Light wouldn’t have been so beautiful, if we all didn’t know what pitch dark feels like. When there is darkness, just know that light will shine through.”
Light and Fog
Light isn’t absolute. Nor is fog. There is a little bit of light even when there is a lot of fog. There is a little bit of fog even when there is a lot of light. The one who masters how to navigate through both has mastered their mind.
© Rupinder Narang
Berry Wild
Stay wild. Stay happy. Very wild. Berry wild.
Old Age
Yes, Ma. I promise that you can talk my ears off when you are old. I will listen.
Noise
It’s so hard to sit by yourself and do nothing. The noise in your head is so loud, everyone around you is racing to somewhere and there is a definition of success. Can you listen to your own voice over the noise? Why are you sitting? Wouldn’t you be left behind? Don’t you need more money? Does everyone think that you are slacking? I wish we all knew how to sit by ourselves, doing nothing, at times. And still not worry about the race. And not think about money and success. I wish we all knew how to find peace, by ourselves.
Life Slips Away
When the sea splashes at our feet, we try to dig our feet in and keep that sand from being washed away. The water ebbs and flows and takes away the sand, anyway. Just like when we hold on to meaningless things in life and it goes on, anyway.
Reflection
Reflection is a powerful way to make life more beautiful.
Benches
When I see empty park benches, I think of people who can sit there and share silences. And also people who can sit and share the stories of their lifetimes. And people who can understand the silence and listen to the stories.
Dilemma
When it snows, I want to be somewhere warm
When it’s hot, I want to be somewhere cooler.
When I’m stuck, I just want to walk
When I walk ahead, I keep looking back.
When I’m in the sun, I long for a canopy
When I’m in shade, I long for some warmth.
When I’m alone, I long for company
When I have company, I want to be with me.
When I have silence, I long for a sound
When I have noise, I long for some quiet.
I live here, nor there
I just live in my longing.
I spend every day,
Neither here nor there.
