I don’t believe in making New Year’s resolutions. However, last year, a friend and I decided to make 2019 our year. I can’t find that exact moment when things didn’t seem like they were going to go my way. Probably, that’s what happens when you’re chasing happiness and perfection rather than contentment and peace.
One swallow does not make a summer, neither does one fine day; similarly one day or brief time of happiness does not make a person entirely happy.
Life is a journey of battles. Some are external, and some — more personal and intrinsic. Here’s what I don’t get. We’re told that every day should be perfect. Every moment should be perfect — so that it’s worth recording and sharing. We should be perfect. And yet, when I look around, nature seems to prefer imperfections because that’s what gives rise to change.
I spent most of last year, either trying to run away, or sink into a dark space. I was chasing a reality that I thought was necessary for my existence. While all along, I had the signs around me that proved: life is more than a pretty picture. It’s all right to be flawed. It’s all right to not know where home is. It’s all right to not speak every language. It’s all right to not fit in. It’s all right to be sad. It’s not all right to tolerate discrimination. It’s not all right to be body-shamed. It’s not all right to be taken for granted. It’s all right to have an opinion and speak out. It’s all right to want to forgive and forget. It’s all right to be scared and weak. Above all, it’s all right to just be human because that’s what makes us alive.
As the earth revolved rather slowly around the sun last year, and the seasons changed, sprouts turned into dense leaves — then burst into a riot of colour — only to fall onto the mud again. There’s a certain banality to life making every action seem predictable, uninspiring, and rather futile. Perhaps, that’s where I was wrong. The essence of life is in living every moment and appreciating what I have — than what I didn’t. Looking back at these pictures, I only remember those happy moments of 2019, and realise: it wasn’t that that bad after all.
My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
George R.R. Martin
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.
If people did not love one another, I really don’t see what use there would be in having any spring.
In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.
…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?
Vincent Willem van Gogh
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.”
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”
“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.”
― John Muir
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
“Nature does nothing uselessly.”
There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
George R.R. Martin