There's a longing in our hearts that takes us to places. It takes us to our dreams. Somehow, someday, our heart rips through our thoughts, our mind and stands out in a way that's impossible to avoid. Because quite honestly, it's been quiet for way too long. We have been ignoring it for way too long. The heart guides us to our purpose - the reason we were brought into this world. There's a power in our heart that cannot be defied; it shakes us to our very core, hitting our thoughts like hail hitting the trees and shedding them in the process. There's a power in our heart, a truth that can never be hidden or ignored and the longer it sits there, the more powerful it becomes.
In shaking off these layers and accepting them, I have realized something…. It is the purpose of my life. The purpose of my life, I realized, is to be a flower. To be that one thing in the world that exudes laughter and love. In listening to my heart, I have realized that the only thing real in any moment of my life - is laughter. The only moment real is the one in which we unstoppably burst into laughter and spread seeds of it into the wind to be taken far far away, into the parts of the world we may never be able to touch or see.
But laughter is not constant. The winds can change direction and flowers can wilt. What once looked beautiful can now be completely dead. The heart can tremble yet once again at the loss of the ones we once loved with all of our hearts. With their beauty, we survive. In their beauty, we thrive. Perhaps they are still beautiful, we just need to remember. When they have lost their vision, we need to be their eyes. We need to remember them for who they are and who they can be. Goodbye is temporary. For in this lifetime, they will blossom all over again. This is the life of a flower and the life I am meant to live.
Hence, with broken sentences and unfinished books, my message to the world is simple:
Live like a flower.
When it's time to wilt, wilt. When it's time to bloom, bloom. Live like a flower and bring with yourself a laughter that will rip through the sky and spread with the wind like an irresistible desire.
Keep smiling like flowers,
Ish Kish Mish
July 27, 2015, 8:17 PM, Regina, SK, Canada
It took me a really long time to realize that in this life I was a very special person. In my own life and in others'. I was a person who entered your life and never left. Someone you could never afford to be fake in front of because I always saw right through you. I saw right through the million layers you had built around yourself and made you come face-to-face with your reality. From that you wanted to escape and bullshit me over and over again. But then again, I saw right through you. In front of me, there was absolutely no escape. In front of me, you had to show who you really were and let yourself be vulnerable because the only you who could meet me was the person you really were, not the person you were trying to be. Sometimes it took months, sometimes years, sometimes even a lifetime, but that was ok. If you had met me and were part of my life, some day you understood. That you'd have to throw away all the crap about who you think you are supposed to be and let yourself be who you really are. With me, you were just you. That was the power of my presence in your life.
In response to the Size Matters Writing Assignment
Today, tell us about the home you lived in when you were twelve. For your twist, pay attention to — and vary — your sentence lengths
The house I lived in as a child was huge. It was built for 2 joint families and was bigger than anyone’s house at the time. It had one main door which remained open at all times except at night, and 2 more doors which let you in and out of the house. All of these 3 doors were located in different parts of the house. If you went in through one and out through another, you would not end up on the same street. The left side of the house and the right side were very parallel in structure. The left part belonged to my grandfather’s brother’s family and right side to my grandfather’s family. Surprisingly, atleast 3-4 generations lived in that house at one point in time.
The house had five levels. A game of hide-and-seek was best played in our house. The main floor was a bit elevated and required 3 stairs to get in. Upon entering the house through that door, you would end up on level 2 and see rooms to the left and right. Little bit further, on both sides were a set of stairs, a washroom, a few storage rooms, and a verandah in the middle. The verandah had seen a lot of festive celebrations. This level was mainly used for keeping guests and having gatherings.
Up the stairs was the 3rd level where we lived. The main level had a square hole in the middle which provided a great view of the lower level. Moreover, the same design was followed on the level above, so you could see the sky and the ground from this level. Every day, you’d find yourself somewhere in the middle. Neither too near, nor too far, from the sky or the ground. A perfect balance. The main level had 2 kitchens, 2 washrooms, 2 storage rooms, 2 living rooms, 1 dining room, and 7 bedrooms. The whole house was designed for a huge family with many many doors so that if, in the future, kids decide to live separately, they’d still have a room, a kitchen, a washroom and a small verandah. Unfortunately, not many people live there today.
The 4th and 5th levels were the roofs. 4 set of stairs led to the roof. And on the roof were 3 rooms and ample open space to lay down on a cot under the sun. Kids from all over the street often jumped on to our roof from neighbouring houses to fly and catch kites. The roof was the place to just hang out. The 5th level provided the best view at the time. You could see parts of the town that were very very far away. It was a perfect place to be with people and be alone.
Just about 40 mins ago, as I was beginning to write about this topic, I was thinking how describing a house is one of the most boring things to do in life. But as I began to write, I began to realize why I like the things I like today. Our house was an open place for family to live, guests to visit, festivals to celebrate, roaming kids to play and even beggars to beg. In a very small town in an unknown part of the world, that house was built by my grandparents to raise a huge family and provide every possible experience in life. It was built to let their children dream and accomplish the impossible while still reminding them what it means to hold onto each other. It was a place for a family to grow together in all aspects of life.