A happy window

I couldn't quite estimate the apparent happiness spring had the potential to bring, I thought of it as just a season. But it all changed when I moved here to the mid-west. But think of this. Imagine being covered in layers, with your eyes firmly on the ground for a few months, as the cold wind didn't allow you to look up and look at your surroundings. All you could really see was the indoors, everything white. At first snow charms you, it makes you feel like you're living in magic, where everything is white.  However, after a while, it gets to you. You realize that your surroundings have lost color.  Until spring enters, you start to see little flower buds pop up at every nook and corner. And more importantly when spring arrived, I had the luxury to move around, without being bundled up all the time, without any angry cold wind gushing in my face, and I felt like something was changing. The problem is now, that my mind still thinks its winter. I th...

In the past few weeks, I've experienced unsettling newness. New people. New house. New country. New culture. New friends. I guess, we as humans are wired to believe that any newness makes you feel unsettled and slightly all over the place. We think that stepping out of our comfort zone is going to land us in an uncomfortable situation. We think 'building a life' takes time. I believe that the human mind tricks us into thinking these things.  Somehow when I got to Chicago, I didn't feel unsettled. Didn't feel alone. Only felt excitement.  Sometimes, the idea of 'adapting' to a new place and new situations is actually easier than it seems. Yes, I said easier. You might disagree. Say that to yourself again. Its only the fear in your mind that makes it seem harder.  What I'm trying to say is, newness doesn't take time to become old. Newness doesn't take time to become old. Newness doesn't take time to become old. Newness can...

Have you ever looked at a goodbye like an experience that gives you a strange unknown feeling of freedom under your feet? That time, when all you know is what you're going to do the next second and nothing after that. I thought, when a cloud of extreme freedom hit my soul, I would be directionless, panic stricken, hassled and troubled, because I would be out of my comfort zone. I haven't really rested or taken a significant break. But I surprised myself. When the morning of my goodbye arrived, I felt nothing. Not that I want to sound like a cold heartless soul, but I didn't. Why? Because I didn't have an ounce of doubt, that the people I was saying goodbye to will always stay with me: in the form of ideals that they have given to me. They never really go away. They never do. So what's there to feel sad about? Choose to understand that the situations around you will keep changing, whether you like it or not. All you can do, is swirl around those situa...