I would have ended the last paragraph with a smiley (to fortify my smart ass comment about mystery quotients) but I guess it is not a smiley mode tonight. As I write this I have come to realize that my wishes are not going to be granted, so will probably have to make do with some comfort food. At this point, I don't want anything so bad but these small wishes. If God decides to appear at this moment, I know what I want. Forget all the big stuff about happy lives, and accomplishments and other bloated desires. I don't want any of them ( I mean I want them too intrinsically), but just these two things. Funny, how you feel so differently at the end of the day. Had this been a morning, I would have craved for the world.
But a consolation did come before the night ended. A small one, that eased the frown from my forehead and took me into another frame of mind. It is just that different train of thought that you need to board sometimes and enjoy the ride. A friend shared a blog that had this poem. I am posting it here.
The Patience of Ordinary Things
It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they're supposed to be.
I've been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?
2 comments:
Whatever you said today was true...
We dont like to be told by about our mistakes by someone else(and hence the outburst). Some of us want to find it out ourselves and accept it; and in the process feel morally upright and congratulate ourselves on accepting a fallacy; and then forget about it.Ego. (I belong to this category)
Some of us dont want to know about it at all. Ego again.
There is nothing to patch up here. There are things for me to realise and change. And I will.
People would rather ruin themselves by being praised (flattered should be the right word) rather than rescue themselves by accepting some constructive criticism.
Almost forgot.
I am sorry didi.
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