All the light we cannot see.
The real ardor of life is the presence of true content with one’s journey.
All the light we cannot see.
Embellishing in the moments of sadness, enraged by the atrocities of life, We often comprehend our reasons to be alive. Do you often sit by the window sill and ponder what true happiness decipher to? What is the essence of absolute joy? Can it be broken down into a simplistic perspective of experiences that we live through or is joy synonymous with money and materialistic realities? I often sit down and wander memory lane, to behold the precious moments of delight, where I felt truly happy.
I try to dip inside the ocean of reminiscence and pick out the best pearls of felicity that make me smile. It is often really difficult to find true happiness or settled peace in one's life. Life is the school of experiences where its subjects include the endurance of pain, the balance of emotions, the enrage of anger, the hours of bliss, the perils of danger, and most importantly the wisdom of experience. The most essential lessons are taught to us while we face the failures of life.
Life is all about creating a balance between the promises of forever pleasure and the actions of perseverance and dedication. To savor the times of enjoyment we have to hustle in the dedicated hours of strife. As humans, it is very easy for us to overlook the abundance present in our lives by believing in the false notion of the grass being greener on the other end. Let me ask you a question. Will others' joy demean the ounces of true satisfaction you feel when you do something? How can the progress of others stop you from achieving what you want?
Why do all of us treat life like a competition, rather it as a journey? A journey where brilliant minds can travel together and create the best. We romanticize the idea of perfection but disregard even the hint of flaws present. The eminent presence of scars and imperfections makes a person real. All of us are living in a generation of fools blinded by the glass of judgment and unable to see the true beauty of life.
The real ardor of life is the presence of true content with one’s journey. It is in embracing what you have now yet working towards the future.
_Hridya Sharma
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