BIRTHDAY

whenever we have to wish someone birthday the word “happy” always come along.

Birthday itself isn’t a wish.

Have we ever thought why we say “HAPPY BIRTHDAY?” when we know that person can’t stay happy throughout the year. The sadness will be there giving essence to happiness.

The world flows with the same wish every year when that time comes and we are the carriers. Some people stop, wonder, question and then flow back in stream.

Just like today on my birthday I’m wondering and will later join the stream with thankyou. I will not go and question, “hey, why do you say HAPPY BIRTHDAY??” . I clearly know the answer, the carriers are carriers they keep on moving forward, that’s their task. And we successfully became carriers of an already designed life. I’m with you all in this, writing today about this doesn’t set me apart. It’s a little itch in my heart getting words.

We are all busy so occupied in worldy tasks. There is a lot going on to worry about. There is no time to sit and question “Why there is a happy in a happy birthday”.

Then after hard work, trying to be patient with a reluctant person, holding back tears, or sometimes expressing over anger.

We all get tired.

In that tiredness we grab phone and give more information to our mind to process. More ideas, entertainment, feeling apart. The joy media makes us feel we are behind and lifeless. Life feel luxurious, happy, and healthy for the whole world except YOU.

Already tired mind now decides to shut down and we fell in the stream of endless scrolling or watching whole series in a day.

Isn’t it sound miserable??

It’s a misery we are living with the word happy.

Let’s imagine another life. I will not say it’s going to be a happy life. But if you have come this far believe me it will be a LIFE.

After studying, shores, dealing with the world. I sat, preferably in nature.

Worries start to come, the deadlines, and a bunch of work load but then you look around a new thought come and then a good memory starts to recall but then you also get sad it’s a memory now. A wave of joy, oh atleast I have nice memories with him. You go through from sorrow to joy, from dream to reality, from heartache to heartful. You see a flower blooming, a bird getting close to another bird, a little girl giggling. But it doesn’t end here you also see a flower loosing it’s beauty, hear a mom shouting and a kid crying. First you get frustrated. Ahh ruined my peace and then you start to recall a memory when you were just like that little kid. You get to realize one day my beauty will also fade away. Another thought, another thought, another thought ohh I’m at my blooming era right now.

Isn’t it sound less miserable and more like living a life??

You and me should try to live without searching for happiness, without searching for peace, without finding love.

This all will come over way. If we let our thoughts bloom. Dream about a world where it’s all about happiness while LIVING the reality.

Sometimes let’s live in a fantasy world and when come back smile and LIVE life the way it’s coming to you.

For a moment

Stop, breath, bloom…