WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WORLD

We are a generation of fake smiles and filtered happiness.

We live in a world where likes and comments in this virtual world are a parameter of beauty, happiness and success.

Beauty has so many meaning that we all are stuck in this turmoil of defining a word that is a sound of everyday. The application of this word has become so common that the word itself has lost its beauty.

A poem is beautiful for a few, for a few they are just euphemism of words.

It is said that we are the creator of our own world. The power to make it beautiful lies in our hands. We are all the artist, each and every one who has air in its lungs, as we create our own world in this big one among million others.

As we are born, the doors of many lives are opened as we become a part of them making our space in their world. In the process of growing up, we mould , break and change as we pass by people, places and time trying to build something stable. It’s a process of making and breaking.

There are ups and downs, days where you sit looking at your world tearing apart helplessly. It feels like the end of the world which you have created over a period of time. You try and do, all that you can to hold on to things yet something breaks or falls apart. Then there are these days when it feels like you are the conqueror of the world, where you stand in the limelight among a thundering crowd or maybe just getting something which you wanted for such a long time or the best thing; that you get a message from your crush. It’s an unexpressed happiness and it’s on these days, you thank God for this life.

But in the end its all momentous, you wake up the next morning and the sadness, pain and happiness fades away, it’s the same monotonous life. It’s a process as we race with time trying to keep up, experiencing things, taking it all in, engulfing and yet being dejected with life.

We compare, fight, cry and in the end have this empty feeling of unaccomplishment.

As we are racing in this endless marathon, we run past moments, time and people., which demands a stop or maybe a pause, as we jump from one phase to another.

In between this fast pace of this world, everyday we add a page to this book called life with accomplishments and failures trying to make ours the most beautiful. Each one having a different meaning of it and beautiful in its own way. As we cherish moments along, its on one of these days when you are running from college to home, maybe, you stop and at that moment in the middle of the road among honking cars, hustle bustle of the hawkers and noise enough to make you deaf you feel silence and the feeling of completeness and in that random moment you realize “ the world is beautiful and so are you”, as I had my revelation at that particular moment.

Maybe not for others but for you it is and you will make an effort each day to make it better.

In the end we all are fighting and running towards an unpredictable future, and in between the fast breathing, and the most random moment we realize this

“WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WORLD”

Cherish that moment and thank God for it.