If you were to describe your life in one word what would it be?
I would like to compare the my life with the noun word @RIVER.
Moving in between mountains
It has to split up
Mixing with sea
It falls from a height and it will continue it's flow.
Because, river flows along many different ways,
So,life is all about experiencing good and bad.
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…is that one word which describes me best.
Well, it is a ray of hope which is there with me when I am alone and when I feel lonely.
I hope that one day,… some day everything will be fine.
A hope , which pushed me to write following poem
I surrendered to my heart again
I would regret it my whole life, again,
If I break your heart and leave you in pain;
For whom I never saw even once with my eyes,
Who is just in my dreams like a future prize;
But now I don’t want to repeat again, to history,
Because of which I am still in misery;
I have seen enough of my obsession,
But now I opened my eyes and learnt a lesson;
Why I am still running, what is that,
For which I am lying under his feet like a foot-mat;
What is special in him, why I am still haunted,
Isn’t it love, to which all I wanted;
An Alexander doesn’t know what is heart,
For he is always valuing himself just in mart;
How can he heal a heart’s wound,
Who doesn’t know even its sound;
For he is purchasing it like some sward,
To put it in his house like customary lard;
Testing my virtuous strength, invading my privacy,
Whose name I don’t know, not even his legacy;
To which I will inherit, and feel like a queen,
And build my home on the blood seen;
But why spread this blood for some king unseen,
Who is good I don’t know or some mean;
When I know today I got a heart made of gold,
So why to leave it for some story, still untold;
A story which seems like never written,
Whose wait, making me like a lass forgotten;
But, wait a minute, he is watching, he too knows,
What I am thinking, where my heart goes;
And I loved him too, like I loved nothing, nobody before,
Without him, I am like a body without soul, nothing more;
My heart still beats for him and my eyes still on his way,
I still dream us to gather with falling on us sun’s blessing ray;
Matter of heart not in hurry, should be thought in advance,
So I should give him at least one final chance;
If he too loves me, he will come in brisk,
For now it is too late, so he will not take any risk;
For now it is time to say goodbye to this mirky moon,
And allow sun to come out, which is promising bright noon;
But, wait a minute, will I run to him bare footed,
Nay, I will ask, these days where his soul was rooted;
Yes I love him and yes he is my deepest desire,
But, as he kept me in cell, then why I will marry to a liar;
Was he virtuous and waited for me holding all his carnal,
As I was consumed all by him, only he was object of my sensual;
For like me he too wants to make a home, and searching love,
And he knows, without love I’ll fly, search somebody else as my hub;
Nay, not keep in cell, believe in whatever he will pronounce,
Only then consider him worthy for my love, only then I’ll announce;
Now my soul is restless, and making restless to my each vein,
Does he love me, will he come, or my love will go in vain;
With his heart, soul, body and mind, all time, if he was mine,
Then he will come and between us let love brightly to shine;
Let last time, once more, my obsession play its role,
Perhaps this time it will win and will get its goal;
And here this is the final day, the final time of my wait,
I saw a vision, what was destined to me, what was not in my fate;
He didn’t come as I knew, that I am just fooling me, I was at fault,
How can he be like a fish of river when all the time he swims in the sea salt;
But thinking, I waited for him for all these days, for so many years,
How I ignored everything and how I was all the time lost and in tears;
How a lass who never lost heart, feeling today lost and broken,
But, still not that much, still feel my faith has not been shaken;
Nay, I am not going to wait for him, not him in my life anymore,
All I searched love and I know love is waiting for me at the shore;
But, I loved him with my whole heart, he was part of my soul too,
But, perhaps never that much, perhaps never there the pure hue;
For I know, the most cherished, the most desired, only that we get,
So if not him, then I perhaps never truly desired, so why to regret;
But I remember him, loved him and only he was into my life's rhyme,
Euphoric, one more soul is there who born with me, at the same time;
I just thought, this time I will reach, for he is my made soul mate,
But not, that’s why lost him, perhaps never meant for my fate;
To find and marry my soul mate, I still remember my childhood dream,
He of pure heart, golden locks and polished with some upper cream;
But I know, not any one, white or brown will work, for I saw many,
Why this one held me so long, to this my heart knows only;
AND HERE, BEHOLD YOUR HEART! Why, again my heart’s going to him,
Why, why! This unseen stranger, still in me, till the my heart’s brim;
OH THE SOUL! I am so obsessed of him, I still feel he is for me, he is my soul mate,
OH THE SOUL! I’m so sorry, for my heart says he’ll come yes he’ll come so I should wait.
[From The Haunting Melancholia]
Copyright ©: 2019; Neelam Sinha
For me, it would be “Blessing”.
And it is not because it had always been good at every step of the way but because I have come to realize that at there is always something next.
I feel amazed at everything that life that to offer.
When I was a kid and had learnt to speak, I wanted to go to school with my sister and I did.
Going through the school, I just wanted to clear my boards because I couldn't wait to go to college.
While I was in college, I couldn't wait to get my first job.
After months of suffering, I got one and oh boy and I did I love it!!!
When I thought I had everything, few bad circumstances and I almost lost everything.
When I almost lost it, I got some new things which were better than before and this losing and gaining cycle has been going on ever since.
But thing which hasn't changed are the people who have been with me.
Hence the word “Blessing” because with everything that has come and gone, and everything that will come and eventually go, I have had the opportunity to experience the very best and ability to sail through the extreme worst because of the people who have been with me.
I owe them almost everything.
Poetry , a short and deep poetry written by the known anonymous with all the figures of speech .
Hyperboles ( exaggeration ).
Similes ( direct comparison ).
Metonymies ( indirect comparison ).
Metaphors ( representation of another word ).
Euphemism ( harsh fact conveyed in normal way).
Climax ( increasing order ).
Anti – climax ( decreasing order ).
Antithesis ( antonyms used at the same time ).
Tautology ( use of 2 synonymous words )
and the list goes on…
Answering this question, I got the answer of one of my question.
Actually I always wondered abt that one poem with all the FOS and finally got it today.
Have a great time.
My life has had seasons of plenty and seasons of drought, physically, emotionally, relationally financially and spiritually.
Through out each one I’ve experienced growth and change.
Sometimes it was hard for me to accept and receive love from people but I’ve always known that God loves me and has my best interest in mind.
I didn’t always understand it at the time but like a finished quilt all the pieces eventually fit together.
All of my experiences have shaped me into the woman I am now.
For example, I spent the first 25 years of my adult life single.
I was in and out of relationships (mostly out) but there were years of utter loneliness.
My greatest fear was that I would die and no one would find me for a week.
At age 43 I met my husband and he’s changed me forever.
His ongoing love and protection has helped me bloom and heal.
Just knowing that someone knows and cares that I’m alive everyday, is amazing.
Now my family is huge filled with in laws and kids galore.
Every day I thank God for the family and chaos, but I also thank Him for the aloneness that I experienced because of that I can truly be grateful for what I now have.
I think during the single years, God was laughing and thinking “just wait, my child, oh the abundance that I have in store for you!”
I would say “ Purpose”.
I was a kid with no big dreams for my future or aims to become this or that.
I was blessed with a loving family so I always took my life easy go lucky.
Dealing surprises and challenges every day came natural to me.
Felt like “life is not that difficult”.
After I married, I still didn’t have much to look forward because luckily I was well taken care of.
After I had my son, my life got serious.
He had problems which I was completely unaware of.
At one point I thought, I took my life granted, easy and perhaps I had a dream or a goal in my early life, I might have had a different future.
Years went by as I feared for my son’s health and future.
I learned more about my son’s condition and started working with experts.
Now I am in my 40’s with a special need teenager and my son taught me “living one day at a time is the best way to enjoy the life”.
I do not know what surprise or a challenge my son is going to give me everyday.
Therefore I strongly feel there is a purpose for everything we do in our life.
This doesn’t mean I do not plan or fear for my son’s future.
Yes I do, but I do not sleep thinking about it everyday.
I beileve my son has a purpose too in this life and only he can discover that.
When i was in class 8 my father had paralize attack which totally broke my family into pieces every single person of family were depended on him and he got attacked by such dangerous decease !
Because it's economic Condition isn't going well i had to step forward to look after my family and started part time job with this i also having computer classes, School etc.
i started to have worst schedule that was enough to make me sick everyday that time when i don't even get to sleep, eat nothing at that age i was 11 but now, I'm working on 3 shops which is well paying for now and reached to Final year of commerce !
I just want to say that, there's lots of obstacles around when you look forward for something you desire or accidentally apoears but your aren't meant to stopped by them- face them, KILL THEM and conquer every fear you're hiding inside you”
Gets so exciting.
So much adrenaline! Breathtakingly beautiful! The wind feels so nice in my face.
But becomes so depressing within a matter of seconds.
All beauty vanishes into fear, anxiety, uncertainty and doubts.
Nobody has the answers to the millions of questions in my head.
I'm on my own.
Nobody can help me.
Forced to hang in there because there is no way out.
Jumping off isn't an option no matter how terrifying it gets.
I have dreams and a family! I close my eyes like the brave little kid next to me and hang in there.
The ride gets gentler.
I'm at ease.
Thinking it's probably coming to an end.
I laugh at my experience and call myself a sissy for being so frightened of a silly ride.
It's slowing down.
I open my eyes and I'm halfway down.
Why on earth was I thinking the worst of this ride? I look at the tiny people on the ground who look like ants.
Oh what beautiful scenery! I'm at peace.
No, you're not! The ride jerks you back and forth, convincing you it's a mechanical error.
Twists you and turns you upside down.
My hair, my poor wig!!! I need to puke.
I need to pee.
My tummy is spinning faster than the ride.
I can't do this anymore.
I'm too proud to scream for my mama.
I think I'm gonna die! Starts saying my prayer … 3 seconds later the attend is asking me if I enjoyed the ride helping me disembark.
Thankful I survived, I'm walking away from that crazy experience.
the next rollercoaster finds it's way to me.
I was once asked which I would choose given only the two options… an interesting life or a content life.
The interesting life would not be content, and the content life would not be interesting.
Only one, for the purposes of the question.
I was a young man, and I quickly said, “Interesting!”
I’ve paid for it ever since.
I am quite glad that my life has been interesting, actually.
But it has also been anything but content.
I have traveled, not so much as some, but enough to see many countries on three continents and to have lived on an island in the Pacific, in a quaint New England town, and in a bustling metropolis or two.
In the early ’90s I was in the Los Angeles area and got caught up unknowingly in the L.
Attacked while on a bus, I was saved by the city bus driver, a black man who may well have been as upset as the rioters, but he saw me as a human being rather than as a white man.
It was a pivotal moment.
The more I think about those riots, the more I realize they had to happen, even if I did end up a casualty.
I am also endlessly grateful to a bus driver whose name I never even knew.
The bus drove on and I was in a daze.
I exited several stops later out the back door.
I did thank the man.
I have worked in the entertainment industry and I’ve met a number of celebrities, some of whom were just a joy to speak with.
It’s always nice when someone whose work you admire turns out to actually be a genuinely nice person, too.
Looking at you, Seth Green.
I’ve had turbulent love affairs of the fiery and relatively brief variety, falling hard and then falling over.
My relationships were never of the content variety, but they were passionate and wild and I have some wonderful memories.
Some not so wonderful, too, of course.
The “interesting” life is a mixed bag.
Some of my most interesting stories came of seeking therapy for a panic disorder I developed after years of stuffing the pain of my mother’s early death.
After slipping into depression and finding little relief in Western medicine (which is amazing for things like infections and surgeries, but perhaps somewhat less amazing in treating mental health issues,) I sought psychedelic therapy in another country where the psychoactive I experienced was not regulated.
It was an ibogaine clinic.
I’ll let you look that up if you’re interested — that trip alone was a major chapter for me and deserves more than a cursory mention, but I’m not going to get into it unless I’m really getting into it, you know?
With chronic pain, chronic mental health issues, and a string of jobs, relationships, people and places winding behind me in the sand, my life as I approach 50 has been anything but content.
But it has definitely been interesting.
And I asked for it.
Can I cheat a bit? May I have four words?
I’m not being arrogant or presumptuous when I say that I have the four best words you can possibly have to describe every moment of your life – and the entirety of it as well.
In fact, it’s part of my personal pantheon of mottos (Yes, I’m that guy) .
I wrote these words in my Common Application essay as well.
I think they encompass every aspect of living from moment to moment, or perhaps experience to experience.
Anticipation: Every experience has a drum-roll leading up to it, and depending on its nature we either eagerly await or dread it.
However, both of those feelings can be subsumed under the umbrella of anticipation – which can be both positive and negative.
Trepidation: Now, I’m a confident young man, and I feel reasonably self-assured before almost every pivotal moment.
However, I would be lying if I said I never felt flashes of fear and self-doubt – and I think I speak for us all when I say that fear is part of what makes us human.
Trepidation is simply the unending sea of our doubts murmuring in a breeze, leaving us with the oh-so-familiar “gastric butterflies” (That’s one expression I’m extremely fond of!).
Exhilaration is when adrenaline takes over and pushes conscious thought out of the way; When the heat of the moment begins to tell on you; When you begin to feel the approach of the climax, or the end, or perhaps both.
It is the purest distillation of an experience – a snapshot that captures the culmination of every small action and emotion in their uniqueness and interplay.
Retrospect: It is the final stage, and is really a pertinent commentary on our lives.
We are so obsessed with what we have done, accomplished, achieved, experienced.
Our society is built around preservation – with certificates, and photographs, and literature serving as an attempt to preserve who we are and who we were; An attempt to leave behind a legacy.
On another level, it’s a wake up call – have you been living all four of these stages, or have you become stuck on part four, relentlessly committed to armchair-quarterback your every choice?
These four words allow me to view every pitfall as a minor inconvenience in the larger scope of things – like a boss fight before a cool cutscene in some cosmic video-game.
I humbly submit that they truly tell the story of life – for better and for worse.
I see people leave italicized introductions at the end of their answers and all I can say is