Fireworks

As I looked above me at the night sky, a smile spread across my face. Even though it was close to midnight, I could feel a glow as if the sun was shining on me. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins; like nothing was wrong, and I had not a thing to worry about. Eternal happiness was at the threshold, and the entire world was celebrating something epic and grand. A million colours scattered all over the sky; tiny specks of lights bright against the darkness of the night signifying light, hope, happiness and everything positive in the world.

The air around me was full of their sound, each one louder than the last. Tremendous explosions of cheers and hurrahs from the crowd punctuated each bang. It made me feel alive as if life was making itself seen and heard. Bangs erupted from behind me, and I turned around to see more reds, blues and greens exploding on the other side of the sky. The sounds made sure that all the them were being noticed; not one of them ignored or left out.

They had their presence; a star-quality in them which made every man, woman and child's eyes stuck like glue to them. They even had the power to scare some; making people lose their balance and loosen their stance. But for me, they were bold, bright creatures, full of life, happiness, joy and mirth. They made me look forward to the future and dared me to dream. The lights were reflected in my eyes, turning them into pools of dreams, fantasies and hopes.

The experience left me thrilled to the core, and happiness dancing in my eyes and veins. It felt as if I was drinking up the joy. Fireworks really do make a difference, and I stood there promising myself that one day, the entire sky would be full of fireworks just for me.

Divine Discontment

It is very strange how when we want something so badly, it becomes a necessity. It becomes a raw need; a basic and primal need. It takes over life, making us neglect the other mundane things. We are blinded and there is nothing else in life that can give us greater happiness but that. The only aim in life is achieving that. But even stranger is the fact that when we do luckily get that one coveted thing, after a while, it does not matter to us one bit. It is flung aside like an old and used toy, played with too often and gotten bored with. And I am not talking about material things only. This happens with people too, for don't we treat people as toys?

People are replaced like Apple replace their products regularly, upgrading and keeping their customers interested and happy. How plastic are we that we replace our friends and people we hang out with for cooler and 'more interesting' ones? But this is real, and practical. The truth might hurt, but it is solid as concrete. There are no doubts about this. The old concept about people sticking through thick and thin is long gone, and now being popular and interesting is essential for survival.

What I have to come to realise is that contentment is unachievable. We will always want new things; new playthings to spend our time with. The people who claim they aren't victim to this are lying boldly. For it is not possible to not want things; it is not human nature to be happy. Nothing is ever enough; greed is always swimming on the surface of our minds, bodies, hearts and souls. It is very sad and deprecating. No matter how much we obsess over something, if it becomes ours, it loses it's value. Until we have it, it will be our sun, but once we do, it will be treated like dirt beneath our shoes. But there's one good thing about discontenment. It leads us to bigger and better things. Who needs to be contented when there might be something epic right around the corner? All you have to do is look, dream, want, need and it's yours. Satisfaction is just a myth, and to be honest, quite over-rated.

Power Of A Word

It's amazing how one little word can change your whole day. One single word uttered nonchalantly; without the slightest of concerns of its repercussions. That word has the potential to swim about in the mind for the entire day. It may delve deep, burrow tunnels and distract you from other mundane tasks of your life.

This has happened to me quite a few times lately. Various words said by various people, without a care and meaning no harm, ate up my sanity and troubled me until I made peace with it. It made me think that although it is just a word, but it has the power to change things; the power to divert the flow of conversations, relationships, and even the menial things. The difference is such that it makes one wonder if we should throw around words we do not really mean quite so often. The listener might take and spin an entirely new tale off it.

The power and potential of that one word to change our entire day from being a fantastic to a morose one is heady. Without realising it, we have the power to utter such a word and change the impending future. We don't have to lift a finger, make world-domination plans or ponder endlessly to change the world. It's so easy. But with everything, it comes with a price. Our conscience might have to pay for it; spraying guilty thoughts against the insides of our soul, and making us slowly wither.

There are two sides to everything, and with this it can make a day or break it. Mine has been broken quite a few times, and been made a few memorable times as well. But the fact of the matter is, nothing can be done. People will say what they want, and we have no choice but to reflect. I guess it all depends if we are pessimists or optimists. I, for one, will always choose to see the darker side of things, because our fears lie in the shadows forever.