There are very few human beings
who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most
of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive
developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic~ Anais Nin
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As far as I'm concerned I certainly belong to latter. Tree of my
life is growing up slowly or rather I would say too slowly, cell by cell, leaves by leaves. Most of the times each leaf costs too much efforts, practice or melodrama. Sometimes it's my mum and dad
and whole bunch of "Others" giving me pearls of knowledge, which makes me feel like
crap at times, or sometimes it's just everyday insults and humiliations that
completes the scene, or sometimes it's those small things that makes up a
day :P
With each such hiccup and achievement I learn something. I guess my tree grow by an inch more or less. Though at that moment I don't feel like growing at all, but realization is a stage in life that often comes late :D
With
every page I turn
and
every phrase I highlight
with
every dialogue that impresses me
I
grow inside..
With
every book on my shelf
and
every friend I make
with
every fight that tires me
I
grow inside..
With
every twist on my way
and
every turn that I take
with every crossroad I cross
with every crossroad I cross
I
grow inside..
With every picture that I see
and every sound I hear
with all those colors and vibrations around
I grow inside..
With
every flip of the page
I find something to smile or cry
with
that every lil curve and tear out of my eyes
I
grow inside..
How
far I'll go ?
How far I can go ?
How far I can go ?
maybe,
this time I don't wanna know
I
wish if someone can hide.
With
every passing day
and
every passing night
I just wanna grow inside :)
At the end just think, just give it a thought
"If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can't see how beautiful it really is.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
"If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can't see how beautiful it really is.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn