Swings and Life Lessons!

They say, it is when the going gets tough, does the tough get going . Such brilliant words. 

Every time something is stuffed up , we all want to be left alone. While some lock themselves in their rooms, some go for a long walk. While some shut the world out, plug in their ear phones and count on the music to heal them, some just prefer talking . As for me, i just go to the swing. 

The first time i go to the swing, almost seven years later,  it gets me thinking of those times when i was little and so useless that i couldn't even swing on my own. I  remember those times my mother stood behind me giving me a gentle push every time the swing slowed down. I remember how the heights terrified me and how  the funny feeling in the stomach filled me with laughter. I remember being on that swing in this park next to my house, feeling like i was on the top of the world.

  I wonder what happened for the last seven years. I then realize, that I grew up and thought that i had outgrown going to the swing. The swing had seemed to lost its cheer.

I go to the swing and try to swing as fast as I can. Slowly, I look up at the sky while swinging and it scares me. I refuse to look down and so I continue looking up. As time passes by, I become accustomed to the rush. I begin to notice the beauty of it all-The beautiful orange sky of the evening and its reflection on the tall buildings. The birds with their wings wide open, ready to fly and conquer the world. I laugh at how my stomach feels and I feel like I am seven again. The laughter subsides and is replaced with a calm smile as i feel the wind in my hair. I am surprised as all the anxiety, the trouble is replaced by a calmness that is almost alien to me. I feel at peace with myself and with the world.

It is funny how just when it felt like the world was coming to an end, the swing came to my rescue. According to me, the swing teaches us somethings which are essential to life. The highs , the part we feel happy, are  the successes and the lows, the part where we are bored, are the failures. After every high there is a low and after every low there is a high. Every time things don't work out our way, it teaches us, to hold on. To hang in there and to hope that everything will fall in place. Just as we get used to the height, we will get used to the various disappointments that life will throw at us. 

Even if it was just for fifteen minutes, it brought a smile to my face. Well, sometimes, its the little things that make us happy and it's these little things that teach to appreciate every small thing the world has to offer to us. 

Back when we were seven, who would have thought that the swing would teach us things that would prepare us for the world? 

The Uncertainty Of Life

It's that time of the day again when the only souls seen are those of the people laying an underground pipe and the only only sounds heard are those of the blaring horns of the massive trucks. When all the lights in the apartments are out and the moon along with a million stars illuminates the sky. Everybody is fast asleep and i lie awake amazed at how the quiet of the night leaves me awestruck every single time. I walk up to the window and see that the lights in a neighboring flat are still on. For some reason i don't quite know, it makes me feel better.

I find comfort in knowing that I'm not the only one wide awake and then I wonder if that person just forgot to turn off the lights before going to bed. Suddenly the comfort fades and all I am left with is the loneliness of the night.

As I go back to bed I slowly realize something that gives my heart a shiver. We human beings are always dependent on someone other than ourselves. And for SOME twisted sick reason we tend to cling on to them in spite of everything they do and say.

It's terrifying to know that the only way to feel true happiness and to actually live is by being vulnerable. By trusting someone and giving them your heart in spite of being fully aware that it might be broken. Crushed even. We tend to find comfort in knowing that they'd be around when we want someone to talk to. To make us smile when the skies are grey. To make sure that we're okay. And promise to stick with you through the thick and the thin. We tend to believe that they'd always be around. What we fail to realize though is that, that someday they might be gone. Gone so far that even if they tried to, they wouldn't be able to come back. It's scary to know that the special people in our lives will also go away someday and scarier to know that one day it might all be over.

The scariest part though is to know that there exists a possibility that THAT someday could be today or tomorrow.