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Of Living Tomorrows Instead Of Todays

It surprises me of how people spend their entire lives saving grains for tomorrow; collecting pennies for tomorrow; planning for tomorrow; worrying for tomorrow. In fact, we do so many things for tomorrow, that it makes me wonder what we do for today?

That is probably the biggest problem. We always want to be a step ahead in everything. We are always… prepared. And this way, we leave no room for miracles and surprises.

We fail to realize that we can never stop what is about to happen. The future is always changing and life is uncertain, yet we want to be geared up for everything. It’s like wearing a harness for your entire life if someone has predicted you’d die of a great fall!

No one can predict the future fully. The future is dark and deep and scary. Nor can we be prepared to face future. It will always manage to shock us.

Of Finding The Best

When we are small, we have pre-defined notions in our mind – that, we will grow up to be the best, that we will look beautiful, that we will have the best of best friends and marry the best person in the world.

It’s not wrong to have such desires. It’s not wrong to have expectations. You know, where the real problem lies?

That each one of us wants the best for themselves.

I want someone, because I think he/she is the best for me. Then again, you may want somebody else because you feel he/she is the best for you. Perhaps that is why they call desires of the heart to be dangerous and that they wreck a person. Because, the best for us doesn’t consider us as the best for them.

Of Breaking Chains

All our lives we’ve been asked to be careful. Do this and that, but not that. Our wings have been cut off from a very early age, yet we are asked to find the first worm! We are asked to tread carefully on every path so that we never make mistakes.

But all this, is it worth?

I believe that we have to make mistakes. We can never learn from others’ mistakes; we have to make our own. Sometimes, we need to forget every warning signal that has been issued to us and take a leap. Into the unknown. Into the uncertainty. Because, there is a world out there. And it is different from our world.

Of Fairies and Godmothers and Princes

Dear Whoever-Is-Reading-This,

There’s a thing about Disney movies. They are real. Fairies, godmothers, princes and mermaids do exist. At the stroke of midnight, somewhere in a forgettable corner of the world, a prince finds a glass slipper. The mermaid finds a man and falls in love. A frozen land is gifted with the magic of sun rays and glistens in gold.

But there’s a thing about us – we are natural pessimists. The dark haunts us instead of the light. Instead of believing that we may fly if we have a million balloons attached to us, we mentally remind ourselves that it is impossible. Who told so? Why do hot air balloons fly then? You’ll say, it’s different. You’ll probably start explaining me Archimedes’ principle.

And this is where we stop believing in miracles and magic. We tell ourselves that real life can never be a Disney movie. So when the prince finds a glass slipper, he starts blinking so hard that he almost loses his vision. When the man sees the mermaid, he suddenly wakes up. And when summer comes, we talk about science.

But what if, what if, all this is magic? You and me? What if we hold magical powers but fail to realize that? What if we can fly but we’ve never tried because we are not willing to take the risk? What if all we see is not real, but all that we dream is? What if the lives we live in the day are a dream, and the ones we spend sleeping is actually our life?

Probably, the biggest difference between us and Cinderella and Snowwhite and Elsa and their fairy tales and our un-fairytales is the fact that they believed in miracles and magic, and we don’t.

Sincerely,

A Lost Little Girl

The Dreams We See

“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.” – Lanton Hughes, American poet.

All my life, I’ve grown up reading stories. So have you, probably, and many other people.

I accept I was a nerd back in high school, though not your typical nerd from out of a teenage novel! I missed my P.E. classes to read books in the library. Though it was clearly against the rules, the grey-haired librarian didn’t seem to mind. Nor did she ever complain to anyone that I spent a half of the school hours hiding in there.

When she didn’t have a class, she’d choose books and give them to me. She even let me borrow two books when we were allowed to take only one!

On a fine autumn day, she asked me if I write stories.

Being only in sixth grade, her question took me by surprise.

“No,” I replied. “I only read.”

“You should try to write a story someday,” she told me.

“But no one will read it,” I stated.

“I will,” she promised.

I never got a chance to give her my story to read. I left school the same year and I didn’t really have a chance to contact her.

How or when I began writing is a memory that has already left my mind. All that I remember is that I used to write secretly. I was afraid of how my piece of writing would be received by an audience. In between classes, in the lunch breaks, I would sit in a lone corner and scribble a poem or two in the last pages of some copy. I knew no teacher bothered to look at the last pages and so, my little secret was safe.

Until one day. My English teacher interrupted a class and asked me to meet her in the staff room during the lunch break.

When I visited her, I found her reading something intently. As I walked closer, I realized that she was going through the little poems I had written.

“You write so beautifully!” she exclaimed.

I really didn’t know how to react. Was I supposed to be scared because she had found out? Or was I supposed to be happy because she felt it was good?

“Don’t ever give up,” she continued. “You have an extraordinary talent. Keep this dream alive and someday you’ll reach there.

She reminded me of my old librarian.

I found a confidence after hearing her. And since then, I’ve always shared my work with people.

People often ask me if I have ever dreamt of becoming a writer. That very question never fails to take me by surprise.

“Yes,” I tell them. “It is my dream to become a writer.”

It is a dream that has been with me for as long as I can remember. While some dreams come and go, this stays with me.

Someday, I’m going to write something for the old librarian to read. I remember her promise.

Someday, I’m going to thank her for igniting my dream.

Someday, I’m going to wake up and live my only dream.

I still remember a couple of lines from the same poem which i had scribbled at the back of my English copy. it reads like this-

“They told you, dreams are important,

That dreams are hidden somewhere in the sky, beneath the golden hue;

They told you to hold on to your dreams,

For sometimes, they find you.

The BEST Things About Wattpad – #5 – The People Out There (Fifth Edition)

I’ve always been a person who believes a lot in numbers and things associated with it. Until, @SamMaze told me that it’s an over glorified number! I think I’ll stick with that explanation, for now!

Excerpts from the interview –

akan_great16.128.33180What had you been doing?

SamMaze.128.461825

Where I am currently: At the kitchen table, pondering my next plotline.

akan_great16.128.33180

Tell us a few interesting things about yourself.

SamMaze.128.461825I am a young aspiring author that has been writing since elementary school. In a few years I plan to attend college to major in English. I have a wide variety of pets, from beta fish to rabbits. Quick fun fact: Rabbits are not as sweet and cuddly as they appear in Target Easter commercials. Depending on the breed (and personality), they can be as vicious as a rabid wolf or as shy as a fawn. Do your research before buying or adopting one!

akan_great16.128.33180 Was coming across Wattpad out of pure luck or someone happened to tell you about the same?

SamMaze.128.461825My friend actually told me about Wattpad, and it gave me a perfect outlet to share my tales with the world. Before this site my stories merely sat in a drawer after completion, but now they are actively gaining reads by the day! It’s quite fun to observe.

akan_great16.128.33180What is the one thing people will always find you doing?

SamMaze.128.461825People often find me teaching my rabbits a new trick, hanging out at Starbucks (Peppermint mochas are the best), or reading. I’m a rather simple person, and that is probably why my characters are so complex… because they fulfill my dreams of what I want to do in life.

akan_great16.128.33180What is the craziest theory you ever had in your mind?

SamMaze.128.461825The craziest thing that has ever crossed my mind would be when I once debated with a friend why a life-size bird house would be beneficial to humanity.

akan_great16.128.33180 A book where you wished you were one of the characters?

SamMaze.128.461825Yes! I remember reading the Chronicles of Narnia and wishing with all my might to be able to ride on a lion into a fantastic battle against evil.

akan_great16.128.33180 What are your sources of inspiration? (I totally make it sound like a Science class, I know)

SamMaze.128.461825Nature, and God, inspires my tales. From the wingtip of a butterfly to the crash of a wave, each detail of the wilderness brings joy to me and, in turn, brings my stories to life.

akan_great16.128.33180Ten to fifteen years from now, how and where do you see yourself?

SamMaze.128.461825I see myself as a published writer, probably married, and still goofing off with friends.

akan_great16.128.33180 Craziest wish?

SamMaze.128.461825My craziest wish is to become a New York Time’s bestseller haha. I pray that one day it will become a reality.

akan_great16.128.33180We pray for that too! Share with us some of the weirdest and best dishes you’ve tried.

SamMaze.128.461825I have tried raw salmon, buffalo burgers, and (unintentionally) spoiled peanut butter. The buffalo burgers were probably the best, because they tasted like normal burgers, but with more flavor.

akan_great16.128.33180 Can we expect an autobiography from you?

SamMaze.128.461825Yup! Well… actually I plan to write one once I do more with my life. More adventures must be made!

akan_great16.128.33180How would you describe your everyday life? Boring? Cliche? Average?

SamMaze.128.461825My life is pretty normal I suppose. School and hobbies take up my days from dawn to dusk. The typical life of an average character in a story is different depending on the book, but my general conclusion is that they usually go through a life changing experience that teaches the reader a life lesson of some sort. I’m not even going to go into details about the ultra-cliché character’s life… because most people are aware that everything must go their way, they get the girl/guy, and it ends in ‘happily ever after.’

akan_great16.128.33180The most overused plot award on Wattpad should go to?

SamMaze.128.461825 The most overused plot on Wattpad is the-nerdy-girl-gets-the-bad-boy-who-lives-next-door haha. I think it is very cliché. Maybe at first it was a hit, but now it has been watered down into the energy drink that powers first-time stories. Yes, I think too often writers these days look to the market to see what is selling before they start their book. I heavily disagree with this method. Write what you want to write, not what others want.

akan_great16.128.33180 Do you believe in any superstitions revolving around the number thirteen?

SamMaze.128.461825Nope, it’s just an over glorified number. 😉 It is bad luck for those who believe in superstitions.

@SamMaze ‘s book can be read by clicking on the cover.

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Ten Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Marry A Snowman Who Likes Summer

Only recently, I had this strange desire to marry Olaf. The Frozen fever had caught up to me and my room was filled with posters of Olaf. The wallpapers of my phone, that once had  Joey Graceffa in them, had been replaced by the cutest (read:weirdest) photos of the snowman and his .gif files occupied half of the memory space on my phone.

No one in my family was bothered, until I told them that I’d buy a gown that had a picture of Olaf in it. My mum almost fainted as the vague image of the fashion disaster flashed in her mind. My dad, who is the cool person in the family, decided to join me while I was watching the movie for the eighth time!

Of course, he didn’t like Olaf! Instead, he told that he liked the movie a lot. I wanted him to like Olaf.

Weeks together, I went around chanting Olaf’s quotes.

Hi there! I’m Olaf and I like warm hugs!

Some people are worth melting for!

Let’s go bring back summer!

In case, you are unaware of this snowman who likes summer, and has gotten articles and Facebook pages all over the internet, Olaf is by far, the friendliest snowman to walk the mountains above Arendelle. Goofy and naive and whimsical coupled with an extremely charming personality, he is probably the hero of the movie, unless you think otherwise.

So, I was driven to depths of delusional fervour and in a moment of excitement and giddy happiness, I decided that I was going to marry Olaf!

And that caused my entire family to fall off their chairs and roll on the ground, laughing their heads off (not literally, though). Of course, they thought that I had been joking, but I was perfectly serious. If there was a person I was going to marry, it was the snowman who liked summer.

Only, last night, I had been talking to my friend about my wedding plans, when he asked me whether it was a good idea to marry Olaf!

“Why, yes! I love him!” I had told.

“But is love always enough?”

He had an impressive point, but I wasn’t ready to listen to anything.

“He’ll be the best life partner anybody could ever have!” I argued.

“How? For all you know, he might melt under the tropic sun!”

“But, he didn’t!”

“The tropic sun! For God’s sake, it might even melt the entire North Pole in a day!”

Minutes later, the little fan-girl inside me had evaporated and we sat, discussing about ten reasons why Olaf wouldn’t be an ideal life partner.

And here they are –

  1. He might melt. Global warming is on the rise.
  2. His flurry might do something funny. Children might start to think it as an ice-cream!
  3. You might become a widow early in life. And no one, will marry someone who married a snowman!
  4. Think of the kids! They might as well be a science phenomenon!
  5. He is short. And that might not be a problem for many, but I’m tall.
  6. Eating ice-cream around him may not be a good idea. He may go into a mental trauma.
  7. He’ll always be cool (and not hot!).
  8. You’d need to change the bed sheets everyday! For God’s sake, he is made of snow!
  9. He has weird teeth. Kissing him might be a trouble. And his nose is going to butt in always.
  10. And, that is sad!So, here I am, eating lots of ice-cream after my first heartbreak. However, I’ll always love Olaf.

Someone had rightly said, sometimes, love might not be enough.