A good biography tells us not just about a person but also about the society, the culture and the ethos to which the person belonged. It tells about the times and places surrounding the person.
It develops into an anthropological, geographical, chronological and sociological study if written well.
The most important piece of furniture, in my opinion, is the mirror.
For, if we just look at our face while doing something, chances are we would not do some of the things we think we have to do.
For, the most influential judge of our actions lies not somewhere in the sky, but within us as our conscience.
For, then, even if we indulge in what we think is evil, we can be certain that we do it because we are truly evil, not because we think we will be forgiven.
For, we are not forgiven unless we can truly forgive ourselves. And we can never forgive ourselves completely for something we think is evil unless we are truly evil.
The approach towards the unknown and unseen reflects one’s attitude to life.
An optimist approaches the unknown with hope, enthusiasm and anticipation. A pessimist approaches the unknown with fear and apprehension.
To the optimist, the unknown is new and exciting. To a pessimist it is dark and dangerous.
It is the optimist and adventurer who breaks new ground. He lives and relishes each day of his life. The pessimist, on the other hand, only survives and exists till he is dead. He has nothing to look back at nor has anything to look forward to as fear and doubt hold him back.
It was a cloudy day. The time was well past sunrise and yet, it was dark and gloomy. The old fisherman looked up at the sky, shrugged, picked up his net and walked to the river where his boat was anchored.
As he was getting into the boat he noticed…
Jose Fernandez looked out through the dirty window, peering through his frosted spectacles, looking down at the empty street with only a police car buzzing through every few hours. Jose was not in a prison, he was in New York, in fact in the middle of downtown New York. Just…
it seems longer
and the journey,
it seems harder
Walking through life,
shards of broken heart
and shattered dreams
Evading the pieces
scattered on the floor,
the feet are safe
but the heart hurts more
Memories, bitter and sour
cause more pain
than a piece of glass
piercing my skin ever can
All one can hope
is to learn to cope
and keep marching on,
keep trudging along
Originally published at https://blog.haraprasad.com on April 30, 2020.
I wish I was hopeless
I spent all my days
striving for a distant dream
driven by ambition, fuelled by hope
All I have left now
are memories of each futile attempt
and pieces of broken dreams that pierced my heart
I wish I was careless
living each day for what it was meant to be
I wish I was hopeless
not caring what the next day could possibly be
I wish I was free of the burden of hope
that weighed me down and finally broke me