The seed of hope often shrinks in turgid circumstances.
What’s next? Thats what we think everytime. That’s where we start thinking and never end.
No, i took your pulse. When we first met you told me that disguise is always a self portrait—how true of you. The combination to your safe, your measurements. But this, this is far more intimate. This is your heart. And you should never let it rule your head. You could have chosen any random number and walked out of here today with everything you worked for. But you just couldn’t resist it, could you? I’ve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage. Thank you for the final proof.Sherlock Holmes
Its weird how we go on making plans about the future with no slightest hint of what it holds for us. We are so unable to break away from the stringent view that we can control what will happen. Whenever we have to face something, we have to overcome or achieve something, we always make a plan, how to proceed is our main question always. But what if plans dont work out? Which happens most of the times. Then what? Sometimes its life that doesnt let them work and sometimes we mess up. So then where do those plans go? Trash. But messing up proves to be good most of the times no matter if its us or life. When we mess up, we mistake and we learn. Its sometimes enjoyable too. But I think plans keep us moving forward. They keep us working towards getting the objective. But sometimes they dont have what we need right now because they are so superficial. But does that change anything? No. We still do make plans and will always do make plans. Cuz thats how it works. Thats how we roll! Its always for the better.
The weird thing is that the word “leader” itself is cliché and boring, but when you come across somebody who actually is a real leader, that person isn’t cliché or boring at all; in fact he’s sort of the opposite of cliché and boring.
Obviously, a real leader isn’t just somebody who has ideas you agree with, nor is it just somebody you happen to believe is a good guy. Think about it. A real leader is somebody who, because of his own particular power and charisma and example, is able to inspire people, with “inspire” being used here in a serious and non-cliché way. A real leader can somehow get us to do certain things that deep down we think are good and want to be able to do but usually can’t get ourselves to do on our own. It’s a mysterious quality, hard to define, but we always know it when we see it, even as kids. You can probably remember seeing it in certain really great coaches, or teachers, or some extremely cool older kid you “looked up to” (interesting phrase) and wanted to be just like. Some of us remember seeing the quality as kids in a minister or rabbi, or a scoutmaster, or a parent, or a friend’s parent, or a supervisor in a summer job. And yes, all these are “authority figures,” but it’s a special kind of authority. If you’ve ever spent time in the military, you know how incredibly easy it is to tell which of your superiors are real leaders and which aren’t, and how little rank has to do with it. A leader’s real “authority” is a power you voluntarily give him, and you grant him this authority not with resentment or resignation but happily; it feels right. Deep down, you almost always like how a real leader makes you feel, the way you find yourself working harder and pushing yourself and thinking in ways you couldn’t ever get to on your own.
In other words, a real leader is somebody who can help us overcome the limitations of our own individual laziness and selfishness and weakness and fear and get us to do better things than we can get ourselves to do on our own.David Foster Wallace on “leadership” from Consider the Lobster and Other Essays (via youmightfindyourself)
Dependence sucks whether on parents or anybody else. Dependence has and always will suck!
Had slaughterhouses got glass walls, the whole world would have been vegetarian.
Secrets- they are the very essence of what hides in us . The dark that cannot or should not see the light. We are never white or black, we are shades of grey. Our darkest secrets are the darkest shades that exist in our misty depths. Revealing them might cause catastrophe, some relations might not survive, some people may get hurt eventually hurting us. Generally its our well being that we worry about because of which we decide to conceal those pieces of our puzzle which make us complete and vulnerable. The people whom we trust are the ones in front of whom we shed those secrets. Those are the people whom we dont really preclude from knowing us , who we are, who we were, our vulnerability, mindset, interests. We dont refrain from dropping the curtains of secrecy. But sometimes trust viciously betrays us. It hurts , to such an extent that we never really reveal ourselves to others ever again. If our people get to know stuff about us from sources except us then it hurts them. The point is chance, can we take it? Can we leave the trust-phobia, move on and just let everything remain the same with others or do we try and mitigate? Humans have a natural habit. Once they are subjected to damage due to their own mistakes such that it hurt them, they never really make that mistake ever and mitigate further to ensure never letting that happen. Here’s where we stay stuck as to whether this time too we will be struck? Or will it work? All the point is chance, can we take it? Its hard.
My mom’s face. I dont remember my below 13 childhood much.
Doing something you enjoy is mit wasting time, its employing time in yourself.