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You're Searching So Hard, You've Lost Yourself

And isn't it so? You look for yourself every where, trying to put your finger on that lost thread of memory and just when you do, it slips away. Train journeys are romantic, like that movie where a boy meets girl on a train journey that lasts a whole night and when they part ways in the morning, they become the best of friends. The number of compartments with people unknown, the wonderful probability that one of them knows you in some spiritual, magical sort of way. We expect others to complete us. But why?

I've learnt to stop searching for perfect happiness. Do not tire yourself with it, let it come to you. All you can do is not to hold it out. Embrace it with open arms and rid your heart of the fear of any hurt. Those who dare to keep their hearts out in the wild find happiness as a rapturous adventure.

Stop looking. It will come.

Prompted at: Search - Sunday Scribblings

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Life Is Good

life is good!

I can't have everything my way. What I can do is make the most of what I have with me. And, to be honest, my life's good. I've got the perfect family who won't let me fall. I've got a book supply that can last for over a month if all I were to do 24/7 was read. Winters are so here, and the best way to celebrate them is with late night apple pies and creamy coffees. Late night fast food home deliveries and movies every weekend, sleeping at the brink of dawn. If you're thinking, yes, I'm a foodie!

Life is good even when you've got no one to share it with, because it's all about how you look at it. You've got a wonderful family to share it! Not every one has a family so hold there hands, give them a warm smile and when they get down, tell them it's going to be just fine, because YOU are there for them.

Life can be good when you've got a demanding job that grinds you 5 days a week. Being busy keep us workaholics happy. And in this age, who isn't a workaholic? Being busy lets you appreciate your leisure time more generously. After a long day of work, seeing a loved one smile at you is so refreshing! You realize though things in the outside world change at an insane speed, some things never change. Things like love and family.

Life's good when you've got an old book in your hands and tea at your disposal. Look out the window and see Lahore's fog on a cold December morning and snuggle closer to the heater. Oh I can hardly wait!

Life is good even when you've got no car. Walk and meditate, see the things around you. Ponder. How often do you that? Welcome to reality. And no, reality doesn't always mean something horrible. It's much better than that!

There is something good about having a limited budget. You get to search, choose, search again and try to choose again for the best thing you can get within your budget. Why are there so many stories about the richie riches who were anything but happy?

Life's good when you hear a love song and it makes you smile. It makes you want to get up and dance. Dance, baby dance. Life is good!

Life is good when you receive a forgotten letter the old style, from an old friend who lives half way across the world but still remembers you. There is something so nostalgic about traditional letters and the envelopes stamped with the By Air Mail text.

Life is good for so many countless reasons. We just have to be appreciative enough and open ourselves to what it has to offer. Every one has their share of troubles, but that doesn't make it any less beautiful. I wish you a wonderful life!

Prompted At: Sunday Scribblings - Life is Good

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The Connection Between Ariel's Red Hair And The Balding Prince -- None Really!

Don't call me weird but when I was a little girl, I dearly wished to be a mermaid. I was thoroughly taken by the red headed, free spirited Ariel from The Little Mermaid. There have been many nights when I used to pray as hard as I could for God to magically turn me into a mermaid when I woke up in the morning. I actually believed that will happen if I prayed hard enough. Why, I'll be so persuasive God will see how good I am and grant me this humble wish. Surely it will not be a big deal for him. And when I wake up and see that I have grown fins, I'll ask mama not to miss me too much and to set me free into the ocean. I didn't want to think about that part for now, it can be dealt with later. The more important task at hand was to live that free willed, free spirited life, and isn't that such a life demands sacrifices? Surely mama will understand and will move closer to the ocean so we can see and meet each other often. Realizing I had to have a Plan B, in case for some reason God decides not to turn me into a mermaid was to be, what else, but a human. That would be boring. But well, that was another way of being, wasn't it? I missed out being the lovely Ariel and meeting Prince Eric. Not to mention Flounder and Sebastian. Blah! I was crazy or what. Plan A was full of complications but was very rewarding; Plan B was easy, more natural to me and boring :/ No fish friends, no singing and dancing, no mane of flaming red hair, not having a father who was kind of the seven seas, no prince charming, (ahem). I was a sad puppy.

So where does this story lead to? No where actually, except that I got stuck on being a human and it turned out it wasn't so bad. Of course I had pangs of longing of being a mermaid till I was 13, but I eventually got over it. I grew up and tackled a few things and realized I didn't have to be a mermaid or a fish to be free spirited. I could do it right in my own skin and the way I was. It was just a matter of choice that always came with difficulty but was very rewarding. You shape yourself not by the color of your hair or anything you carry or wear. You define yourself simply by the choices you make in life.

Choose wisely!

P.S. Oh and have a Plan B, please. In case you mess up! Disney has this way of tampering with your child's ability to distinguish between real and absurd notions. You have been warned, parents!

P.P.S. This write up does not guide you into the How-To's of getting a Prince Charming. There aren't many. One of them is bald and already married, the other is hardly one for looks. Look elsewhere.

--Prompted at: Sunday Scribblings - Plan B

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The Easy Way Out -- Sunday Scribblings

There is no easy way out of problems. The only right way is going all the way. Sometimes it costs you a hell lot of things, but then you must know, in the closing moments of the day, the only one left with you is your shadow. The question is: can you face yourself after the choices you make?

So, even though there may be an easy way out for me, I'll take the longer route. I need to be answerable to myself at the end of the day. No regrets in life for life. Tomorrow is going to be one heck of a brilliant day. I'm gonna OWN it well!

-- So Says Meqsi

Prompted at: Sunday Scribblings - Easy

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I hope you have an eventful week ahead!
Signing off for this weekend guys!

Toodles~

P.S. How's this wacky alignment? ;-)

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A Thousand Years - Sunday Scribblings

That's how this age old tale goes. It starts with a boy falling hopelessly in love with a girl. A new story begins. Probably the best you and I have heard in quite some time. The story takes your breath away. You swoon and sigh with it as the young couple fights the odds just to be together. The best part of this story is the end; there is no end to this tale. Each ending entails a new beginning.

It takes you on a joy ride -- for a thousand years or so. Lovers dream of the perfect fantasy, where a love starts as early as the time when your cheeks still flush with the colors of innocence, when the heart knows no malice, when there are no grays.

She sips her coffee when she notices the imprints of the mug on paper. Tracing it with her fingers, she remembers their first coffee together when life began; the first time she opened her eyes to something so beautiful that would only grow from here and now. It beats, it sets her free. It gives her wings and she wants to fly!