A hope rises, a dream kindles and our soul sets on fire.This rage, maybe for a thing too miniscule to other human eye, but it means the world to you, while it’s ablaze. Fan those flames or simply pour water on them. The choice is yours. But certainly, some things can never die in us.
The way ancient runes remained long after they were destroyed. Like the ash remains after the fire is out. Some desires deny to leave us and remain whilst the ripening of age. That bud of whims may bloom, if given required nourishment. But also, with high possibility, turn into a lifeless flower, existing, but only in dismay.
At times we move on in life, overlooking, what we really need. Maybe time will be kind, and we may fly with wings born out of ashes.
But how much ever we try, some things will never die in us and continue to ignite the will to keep living, fighting the silent struggle to kill those overpowering longings or give them its awaited place.
“We’ll always be unfinished. Gaudi, to his credit never gave up on his dream, but that’s not usually how it goes. I mean, usually, it isn’t a speeding bus that keeps the brown, pointy, weird church from getting built. Most of the time, it’s just too difficult or too expensive, or too scary. It’s only once you’ve stopped that you realise how hard it is to start again. So you force yourself not to want it. But it’s always there. And until you finish it, it will always be…” -Ted Mosby, Unfinished, How I Met Your Mother.
VisheshikaB
The way ancient runes remained long after they were destroyed. Like the ash remains after the fire is out. Some desires deny to leave us and remain whilst the ripening of age. That bud of whims may bloom, if given required nourishment. But also, with high possibility, turn into a lifeless flower, existing, but only in dismay.
At times we move on in life, overlooking, what we really need. Maybe time will be kind, and we may fly with wings born out of ashes.
But how much ever we try, some things will never die in us and continue to ignite the will to keep living, fighting the silent struggle to kill those overpowering longings or give them its awaited place.
“We’ll always be unfinished. Gaudi, to his credit never gave up on his dream, but that’s not usually how it goes. I mean, usually, it isn’t a speeding bus that keeps the brown, pointy, weird church from getting built. Most of the time, it’s just too difficult or too expensive, or too scary. It’s only once you’ve stopped that you realise how hard it is to start again. So you force yourself not to want it. But it’s always there. And until you finish it, it will always be…” -Ted Mosby, Unfinished, How I Met Your Mother.
VisheshikaB