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Dear Athena

I’m tired !

Oh my dear sweet Athena

I’m afraid 

I’m afraid of lurking in the shadows of the past

and leaning in to the grasping hands of the future.

I’m afraid 

Oh my dear brave  Athena,

I’m afraid of watching over my shoulder,

Just to make sure that no monster 

conceives me finding even  diminutive bit of happiness, 

For knowledge is dangerous while secret is the burden of survival.

I’m afraid

Oh my dear impregnable Athena,

I’m afraid of giving in to glee,

Just because of the bitter truth 

that comes after.

In this false reality, hope only scatters too much

not that we can bear.

but you, 

Oh my dear courageous Athena ,

inspire me to fight against expectations, 

To be the deafening voice when I’m unheeded,

To be clothed with dignity and strength,

I praise you because I am fearlessly and wonderfully made.

And I know it is not long before

I crack open the dull shell that holds me captive

In this dreadful reality , which is about to be destroyed 

just as the other millions like me 

crack their shell, and bring about the strings of hope to bind us together.

Oh my dear generous Athena ,

provide us with your gift and reside within us

To conquer fear, To be right by the reason for the creation of this wonder,

To be not afraid anymore...........

                                                                  Devika Lal

[devikacutiepie]

Do things happen for a reason?

This is a topic that has stricken me for like the umpteenth time now.......

As a teenager, life hasn’t been any easier or hassle-free. I am not a person who has been continuously haunted by predicament. Even the slightest of things matter a lot, At the same time even small gestures can make a person happy. When life seems dreary, we always blame fate or anything at first sight.  But if you just look back and rewind maybe it wasn’t fate playing it’s game, instead you might have left the door open by mistake for disarray to come knocking. Sometimes we are tired because of all the racket piling upon us. In that slight moment of trance we leave consciousness and pave way for something bigger......

I believe that things do happen for a reason, that you are responsible for letting out into your world of distinctiveness. 

But on the bright side , things go wrong so that you can learn to appreciate them when they seem right. When everything comes out right we don’t seem to value it appropriately. Thus the bitterness of failures bring out the sweetness of success.

People do change , sometimes a lot more than we expect.....And you will find it easier to let go. People who matter the most or whom you think will stay forever may not be there always. Your instincts are what lead you..... Hence eternity is not something to yearn for. Accept the veracity and let go , because something better will come.

Sometimes all our possessions and cravings may fall apart for better things to come together. So embrace reality for it will come up with something to soothe your future.

I conclude by saying whether things happen for a reason or by mere coincidence, you are the pivotal factor that decides . So make sure that whatever you do in the present will influence your future and the reason behind all the ups and downs are your actions.

[devikacutiepie]

Let me dive into myself and save my soul...............

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“Some times fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm chases you. You turn again, but some storms adjust. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” – Haruki Murakami, Kafka On The Shore