Have you heard Robert Frost’s poem: “Stopping by woods on a snowy evening?”
The last lines of the poem look like:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep…
A lot of your friends / foes (lol) would be using these lines.
This morning, as I was dealing with a challenge, a place where I particularly get best of my ideas. So, while writing a piece of content, here’s what I came up with:
The woods may not be lovely or dark or deep,
But you still have promises to keep (to yourself)
And nowhere to go (other than within) to have a peaceful sleep.
That’s scary. That’s hard. But standing for yourself is the best thing you could do to yourself, because how will you change the world if your own bones are fractured? How will you?
The process must feel good.
Everything else, will follow.
Recently, someone whom I trusted professionally betrayed my trust – of course, professionally.
Not for the first time. Rather for the nth time.
Then why am I still stuck?
When is the right time to leave?
Why don’t I teach them a lesson?
Honestly I don’t know. Because no coin is two-dimensional with two sides, every coin is a 3D art with multiple aspects. Not that I am not able to see clearly, rather I am waiting for the right time.
There are multiple virtues of being young and there is a vice of acting on impulse because you’re young. Never let the vice ruin your life forever. Thinking before acting is a superpower. Not acting for long is lack of trust in yourself. Finding that balance is what makes you irresistable.
Yesterday I wrote a post where I was really sad.
Today I came across a tweet that said if you be friends with your colleagues, you are most likely not going to get the work done.
That just hit hard!
Lesson of life:
Be friendly, however, never be friends with a colleague.
Be there for them, however, don’t share your vulnerabilities with them.
Be you, yet don’t be the deepest you.
Lesson learnt, move on baby! Cya tomorrow 🙂
Everyone on the internet is doing fine.
And looking wonderful in their stories.
Which, of course, is a great thing.
However, bring me a successful person and I will show you the number of times they failed. Success is a numbers game. Zero exceptions. You can, of course, inherit wealth however what you do after that – become Mukesh Ambani or Anil Ambani is up to you.
So when you think it is only you who is scared while everyone else is already writing their autobiographies, remember that scene from F.R.I.E.N.D.S. where Ross is broken and shattered seeing Rachel going, and he says in a hoarse queer voice, “I’m fine!” That’s exactly the voice of the internet is. Trust your process, look up to people for inspiration, however, never ever mistrust or doubt your hard work. Because, no one ever clicks a selfie while feeling sad sitting in their balcony. Everyone will put a happy selfie, that perhaps a fake one just to join the bandwagon of impressing the social media that they are also like them.
The one behind the gate doesn’t respond.
“I am You…”
The one behind the gate doesn’t respond again.
This time, no response comes from the other side.
That’s when, the one behind the gate opens it up.
I usually equate this story to the love for work.
Back in the day when I used to be unhappy in my corporate job, the most fulfilling moments were the ones when I got beyond “I hate my job” and did the work because it brought moments of joy.
Right now as I am a freelance writer, the discipline is still required despite I love this work the most. And the days I just work and let it flow, are the days that I enjoy the most, instead of pondering about “I have to be disciplined to write.”
“Work is God made real,” said Kahlil Gibran, in The Prophet.
Whenever we have gone beyond the realms of “someone else” and “me” and allowed the joy to emerge, is when we have felt most fulfilled.
Fulfillment isn’t a miracle that shows up. It’s something that shows up when we don’t allow our lower faculties to play the game.
What if a recruiter found a profile of gold and expressed the candidate clearly how good they were?
What if an influencer thanked a fan from the bottom of their heart when they did a nice gesture for them?
What if a boss voluntarily thanked an employee for the contribution they brought on the table?
We don’t express our truest emotions in our work because when we were on the receiving side of things, this is how the world worked.
The world we live in, is the world we have so meticulously created. So does the power to change vest onto us. How will we use it?