The Quieter in Spirits

The quieter in spirits would choose to sit the day and just enjoy the serenity of the breeze.
But this is not ours to say for we the bold ones would go out there and mold the day.
With calm hearts and weathered souls we battle our daily grind with our utmost attempt to finally realize the meaning of it all.

What is it that makes our clock tick?
Is it not the awareness that there is something out there that is yet for us to unveil?
So we traverse into unfamiliar paths and try to grasp the things we understand as well as the moments that we cannot fathom.
We usually do not remember days, we remember moments.

It is ours to live a life from what we perceived is right and comfortable, but would you consider your comfort zones to be the limitations of your existence or would you go out there and never care what the tides could bring?
Sometimes you cannot just figure out what is it that you are living for.

Would you still attempt to do anything if you knew you could not fail?
Of course one will always do, but where is the fun to that?
As your tired body drift back to the ground after a long breathtaking flight, would you stay grounded or still soar high tomorrow and conquer another voyage?
One can never consent to creep when one feels the impulse to soar.

Our emotions sometimes revolve on the things that we did or did not do. Regrets are always a part of these, but would you regret doing something and fail rather than not trying at all?

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware.
Joyously, serenely, divinely and emotionally aware.


“As chance unfold to risk it all,
to earn your winnings, to live your lost,
go placidly in silent dismal sway,
beyond the wrath and joy of life and all.”