rekindling the spark
Look at yourself. Running from deadline to deadline, with no stopping for a breath. Locked up in your own world, forgetting that it's your own. Living by the bell of the clock blaring in your ears every hour of the day. Ignoring pain for months, and befriending silence, the ultimate enemy. Blabbering a bunch of complaints while nodding off all responsibility.
You're good at pretending.
You're pathetic.
Listen to me, you were not always like this. There was a time when you smiled more often. Your mind was enslaved by your heart strings. You did not just accept life. You questioned it, stood up to it, and fought for what you wanted. You ran for something greater.
Listen to me, you were not always like this. You were looking for something, something beyond what you termed as the "usuals." It was something old, something that must be yours soon.
Something waiting to be re-discovered.
Your eyes shined when someone told you about a coding dilemma, or a mind-blowing fact. Your mind lost view of everything else. You wanted to know, to understand everything.
Remember how you would scribble poems on the last page of your book, and later regretted never having copies of them anywhere once you lost the book? How you looked up pages upon pages to find answers to questions some facts raised? And how you wrote your 2 am poems because nothing in the world seemed to be make sense, and because nothing mattered more than your life at that very moment?
You dared to dream, my friend. You dared to fail. To get hurt. To lose sleep. To smile.
You're better than this.
Look around you. Things seem better when you zoom into the details. And if you need to breathe deeper, just look at the beautiful sky. Don't think about how alone we are in this cosmos, or how time is running out. Time doesn't run out, you run out. Admire this existence while you can. And please, dare to make a life, not just a living.
rekindling the spark
Written by Yash Raj Talan
[note to self: do not go gentle into that good night, rage, rage against the dying of the light]
You're good at pretending.
You're pathetic.
Listen to me, you were not always like this. There was a time when you smiled more often. Your mind was enslaved by your heart strings. You did not just accept life. You questioned it, stood up to it, and fought for what you wanted. You ran for something greater.
Listen to me, you were not always like this. You were looking for something, something beyond what you termed as the "usuals." It was something old, something that must be yours soon.
Something waiting to be re-discovered.
Your eyes shined when someone told you about a coding dilemma, or a mind-blowing fact. Your mind lost view of everything else. You wanted to know, to understand everything.
Remember how you would scribble poems on the last page of your book, and later regretted never having copies of them anywhere once you lost the book? How you looked up pages upon pages to find answers to questions some facts raised? And how you wrote your 2 am poems because nothing in the world seemed to be make sense, and because nothing mattered more than your life at that very moment?
You dared to dream, my friend. You dared to fail. To get hurt. To lose sleep. To smile.
You're better than this.
Look around you. Things seem better when you zoom into the details. And if you need to breathe deeper, just look at the beautiful sky. Don't think about how alone we are in this cosmos, or how time is running out. Time doesn't run out, you run out. Admire this existence while you can. And please, dare to make a life, not just a living.
rekindling the spark
Written by Yash Raj Talan
[note to self: do not go gentle into that good night, rage, rage against the dying of the light]
