Of Joy and Sorrow.

By Khalil Jibran:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

-Brilliant isn’t it?

Of moscheetos and other things. =p

My hands are freezing and the moscheetos won’t stop biting.  Mortein refuses to help and drowning myself in annoyingly-sweet-smelling Mospel didn’t do me any good either. The moscheetos continue to harass me. The baby moscheeto on the right looks so adorable btw. I wonder why i chose this image. %-) Anyway!

Talking about winters, i just remembered. Being in kindergarten, we had this speech competition at school. Everyone was given a topic, according to which we had to dress too. There was a tree, rainbow, lunchbox (pfff!), egg, toothpaste, and a moscheeto. =\ . I, on the other hand was ‘Winter’. =] Grandness. I was winters, and i was dressed up in this long grey coat. My mom had sewn little cotton balls on it, that looked like snow. I was wearing a matching grey woolen cap. With the same cotton balls. I gave my cute little dumb speech and stood Third. The toothpaste won, followed by the Red Riding Hood i guess. Anyway. I still have that picture hanging on the living room wall. Me as Winter. =]

Hmm. By the way, its 3 a.m. I don’t like the feeling of waking up at 4pm, all drowsy and weird. I hate the feeling of waking up in the middle of the day. Like half the day has gone by, and everyone’s getting on with their day as usual *OMG I JUST REMEMBERED A DREAM I HAD TODAY =\* and ive just started. Like im late. Or something. Anyway. The dream. Well, i think i’ll write about that later. I don’t want to darken the mood over here now. :p .

So, im done.

Ta.

Winters, and other things.

I love walking on the terrace at night. Its cold. Its refreshing. Its peaceful and quiet. Its amazing. I love winters for all its amazingness. I am in love with life. I’m sooo lucky.

I get to sleep warm in my bed. I get to drink hot coffee. And  to eat those round cookies-with-sweet-sticky-red-thing-on-top anytime i want. I get to wear matching shoes everyday to tuition and choose what pen i want to write with each day. I get to sit at night with my parents and watch my dad watch the news. And spend time with my sisters, together stalking people on facebook. I get to be upset when the waters not hot in the shower! I get to make choices, little ones and big ones too. I get to make mistakes, big ones and stupid ones.

I get to choose.

For all this, and so much more, i can’t feel thankful enough. =]

Change.

Change. Its all around us. It won’t stop. It won’t wait. It happens. It turns your world upside down. You can’t run away from it. You can hide, but you can’t hide for ever.I read this somewhere and am going to share it :

“Everything in life is connected somehow. You may have to dig deep to find it but its there. Everything is the same even though its different. Somehow everything connects back with your life. The faces in certain places may be different, but the situation is the same. Irony is a hidden factor that creeps around us in life, letting its presence felt only after it has left.Everything connects together to form the balance of life, to maintain structure. Change is and always will be inevitable, but everything is relative, and all the moments and times in your life will come back around again, you just might find yourself on the other side of the coin. Things are always changing, as fast as everything stays the same.”

If there’s one big constant in this world, thats Change. Change - scares the hell outta me. But..what the heck. Lifes no fun without it.