The most enthralling thing about everyone's life is getting subjected to unfamiliar conditions, especially when you feel the winds are flowing evenly and there would be no circumstantial differences in a list of predictions.
And half of the day goes by tingling around with the set of moments, waiting the erratic instant. We generally get caught with its sense of randomness and don’t see the fruitful aspect of it. However, once the moment is over, we may find something to look upon or something to care about, something we can pursue, something we can make our life through and just hide behind to the projection of it. It may become our identity. If we manage to get the right message across to us; then the potential realization would be considered as the Invention of Passion.
Passion is always intangible, inexplicable, and could be inglorious as well from others perspective. But it is fond of your soul. However, we are humans. And let’s consider a truthful fact that most of the times we live our life dependent on others vision, for those emotionally regarded as close people. Therefore, we progress with our lives as per the unwanted guidance or somebody’s expectation and soon find the retarding but materialistic convenience.
We vanish ourselves in a crowd of luxurious things, with people of unfaithful emotions, and the eventual consequence which is nothing but a body of dying soul.
Unhappiness gets nurtured and sense of realization could be the moment for the re-establishment of your life.
While strolling on a path, life sends some messages across, though. But then again we tend to ignore it. What makes us ignore those implications is nothing but our identity. It does not allow us so easily, to gather the thoughts of being ripped apart in front of everyone else's perception. And we continue to live with it.
Then again one day, one of the fascinating moments arises with a resurgence sense of your past description, commanding some sort of intense flashback, giving a taste of your own old but the pure blood.
And then you realize how you were loyal to yourself; how you used to be a source of your own happiness; how it was the feeling of working on a purpose of your life.
You let that moment immersed within you, absorb all the past accounts and the happiness generated through.
But then again, momentarily, you acknowledge the need of getting back into reality.
Somehow, your today’s identity is now overshadowed by the glimpse of your glorious past, gathered by crawling back into your mind.
And now it seems nothing can stop you to cherish those moments you had lived once, and forget all the mannerism around you created by others, and often worked as suffocating barriers.
If we decide to pursue ourselves with some determination, then we must say, “let that moment be the whole life altogether.”
Only passion enables us to portray our true nature and the character.
Thus, we could breathe again…..
