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LIFE, A CHAOS!

Life precisely is a chaos which whirls unbound. You try to pull its edges together but in one fleeting second it unwraps itself and shakes us for good. The chaos at most of the times as we see, renders us confused. You would dwindle between decisions and far fetched conclusions. The water tight compartments of good and evil suddenly start fusing as the chaos takes over. The chaos around us
is precisely a reflection of the chaos within. It defines the crisis or the threat which life decides to hurl at us but what we need to ask at this time of chaos is, who decides what is chaotic?

To you who has a laid back life with no obligation to cater to, a slight bruise that your hand might incur as you leap fences may be chaotic whereas for a sturdy farmer working in his fields, he would wear the scars from his sickle with pride. We humans, have a tendency of looking for symmetry and anything that doesn't follow our design turn out to be chaotic. We ascribe definitions which follow rigid paradigms. For example, love to us has necessarily to find a person to grow but little do we realise that we don't even love ourselves enough. To settle the chaos around us, isn't it necessary to settle the chaos within?. Isn't it time already when we start being kinder to the parts within our soul which deserve our attention? To love someone is beautiful for you are willing to cross oceans for a soul you hold dearer than your own but isn't it necessary to cross puddles for yourself as well?

To everyone out there who are fighting past chaoses, stop as you read this, I am not asking you to stop fighting rather I am asking you to stop a while to retrospect your life from the fringes. To see, what you have made out of yourself . Remember, it is beautiful to be in love with someone but it is no less beautiful to be in love with yourself as well. Take time to look at your mistakes, appreciate everyone around you who stood by you even when they knew that you rarely wanted them to stand by you. It is easier to hate people but it takes a lot to love them even when you get hurt. The hurt in you gets healed but hatred breeds pessimism and life is too short to spend in regrets. Celebrate little joys, pull your pyjamas for a walk, stop by the roads to have tea out of shacks, take time to smell flowers on your way, be a reason some day to gift someone a smile.

The fact that remains rock solid is, you in your messiness are unique. Wear your chaos with pride for that truly defines who you are.

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