Trust is the essence of a strong mutual bond. Everyone has their own perception of trust. It is difficult to understand and estimate it. The sanctity of a relationship can be easily compromised if there is slightest of breach in trust.
It is not a constant, it is a random variable. The value keeps changing with each action. The action could be the slightest of change in the whole equation.
Trust is also not a bank account where one keeps getting interest on it once it is earned and deposited. The Principal has to be maintained otherwise it keeps fluctuating.
It is like hard earned income, very hard to earn but easily spent or lost if one is not handling it judiciously. One needs to earn it, save it, invest in it, cherish it and finally enjoy it.
The sky burst open like a volcano, spewing lava in all directions, spreading, flowing like river of death. Consuming everything in its wake and its path.
It burst open like a heart, broken into a million pieces, bleeding pain. Consuming the one whose was broken.
It’s just a way of looking at things,
for the sky exploded with warm gentle sunlight, spreading, flowing like river of life. Reviving everything in its wake and its path.
It exploded like a heart, into a million pieces, with joy that could’nt be contained inside anymore. Revitalizing, disburdning, whose burst.
It’s just a way of looking at things,
For even if it were lava, time turns the fields of destruction into most fertile lands.
For even if the heart were broken, time gives ample opportunities to heal and repair, turning it into flourishing abode.
It’s just a way of looking at things.
Photo Credits Go To Zubin Oommen Ittyerah
Walking hand in hand towards rising hope, welcoming a new day.
On a road uncluttered and clear made of faith.
Cool, calm breeze ruffling the hair, could turn into a storm.
Reminding, urging to be one another’s pillar of strength.
Flowers of prosperity blooming, filling the heart with contentment.
Finding joy in each other’s company, feeling safe.
Street lights , the guiding lights, like the trust within.
For life will happen everyday if we have each other.
There are just two alternatives in life,either be happy or sulk, either admire or criticize, either laugh or cry.The choice is ours to make.
Those who always see negative in everything are the ones who let happiness slip away from their fists like sand.Slowly draining life from them, while those who focus on positives are the ones capturing happiness in their fists like air.Air, which stays even when the fist is open.
Life is neither a bed of roses nor a field of thorns.It is a combination of both.People searching for happiness outside of their own hearts are the ones who never find it or miss on it, for it is a state of mind, a desire ,a tenant of the soul.
They do not absorb the goodness in their surrounding, they sulk,complain, criticize,make others uncomfortable, get ignored and mistreated by others.People avoid their company, pretend to be indifferent to their needs and definitely do not want to waste their emotions and energy in pacifying or placating these tortured souls.
Unfortunately, they are like thunderbolts which attract attention, cause severe damage and are finally forgotten.
On the other hand, there are people who bring out from within themselves the most common yet the rarest of feelings;happiness, joy.Sprinkling the world with their laughter , love and positive energy.These people brighten other people’s lives. They absorb pain and pleasure around them and convert it into energy which is like evergreen music.
They are like monsoon rain, which washes all the dirt , cleans everything and leaves a lasting impression.For they embrace life as it is without any complains.
The choice is ours, who we want to be? How we want to spend the rest of our lives? What we want to achieve?
Waking up from a deep slumber, spring feeds life into the shaken soul of winter . Colours start flowing into the veins of the parched Earth, drowning sorrow, suffering and solitude. Spring, springing joy, happiness, warmth and cheerfulness.