Lea's Exploration Of Life

In this circle of our lives, every single day we see people, interact with them, socialize with and laugh or cry. We speak to them thereby giving a little notion of our not-so fast moving lives. Words; that's all what matters here. Do you even know the powerful and tremendous effect of words ? Their negative and positive prospects ? Words are not merely some collection of letters and consonants altogether put up in a manner which represents feelings. No, they are not 'just' a collection instead they are a representation of our thoughts; fragile and strong. Words never mean to hurt someone or cause some kind of pain in anyone though they can allow some tears to flow out. They are a weapon to fight against everything. These delicate pieces form every key of our lives; what we mean, what we speak, what we feel are all under it's power. People never understand the gesture of words nor do they ever abide to any of them. A word of kindness can enlighten your mood,...

The inner you is the person whom you know the best yet is even utterly unknown. I have used Antithesis in the same sentence but give a moment's thought to my contradiction. You know that the person established in your body is the most closest one and is an inseparable part of you but you don't know it entirely; don't know it's strength, it's power to retaliate and ability to stay alone by all means. Staying alone isn't a trend which arised out of lonliness and was given a delicate name to dissolve it's cons. No, it's not that. Being alone is an art. It can be best understood if you intiate your own meaning and see it through your own perspective. People consider the love for staying alone and the hurt of being lonely to be the same flowers of the garden. It's not like people felt lonely, so they started staying alone and learnt this art; mind my words - 'learnt' not 'created'. Let me bring this fact to light that there are man...

A part of us is always accostumed to a phase of our lives which is no less than a nightmare. It's a kind of sadness which can't be expressed but acts like a firework when it's not excavated from our body. At times I feel that how beautiful it would be if we could camouflage our sadness into a pitch dark background; with no one to question or no one to solve it, just peace. We have decorated ourselves with the casual pretendence of being okay and we have even decorated our speech for this purpose.  Why can't we get this fact that we all lie in the same page ? That we all have hided a thing so deep inside us that it can't be revived again ? The origin of fear is the origin of sadness. A nightmare stuck in our heart is stuck forever but the trick is to ignore it every time it hurts. The scars are visible which ultimately indicates the presence of pain. Similarly a desire to get away from a hesistant sadness is a desire to find a viable path.

"Nature is a beautiful thing." I realised this more intensely lately. It's like, the more you try to know about it, the more it's elements splashes out stunningly. These rocks beneath us give us nothing but sturdiness and  covers up almost everything. These leaves have a bouncy colour and look as though they have been through a lot. Even a crumpled or a rotten leaf is a beauty in itself. The sky, obviously endless, with all it's elegant colours is like a neat sheet of paper, always with an opportunity to start something new. The flowers; an example of fibonacci's square and also the most articulate thing in this world. Their look itself claims that they have never deleted their goodness and virtues.  I learned a single thing: nature never fears soltitude. It's a whole thing and requires no one to complete it. This world is a treasure with nature being it's favourite jewel. Nature is a circle of uniqueness and decency.