Wild

This definitely is going to be my number one read of 2015 🙂

Inspired by Books

UnknownNaive as it sounds, I thought at first that Cheryl Strayed’s memoir Wild was about hiking.

I love hiking.  Introverted at heart, the idea of walking solo for three months on California’s Pacific Crest Trail sounds glorious to me (although I would prefer staying at a cute bed and breakfast to camping in the rain).  Having wandered through over ten countries with my own pair of boots, the ones on the cover seemed to promise great stories of adventure.  Sort of like Into Thin Air, but hotter and less dangerous.

Yet there is more than mere physical danger in this compelling book, which is not really about hiking at all. Though Strayed does give gripping accounts of backpack disasters and wildlife encounters, this book is really about an internal hike we must all take, at some point, through grief and loss.

Strayed’s decision to make the trek “began before I…

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The Third

Being the third is so difficult.

You are the least sought after person, but always the first to be blamed. Being the third makes you feel as if you will be the last person to be bothered. Funny, you always end up in the middle. The one called to make choices. The one to give the tie-breaking vote. The one who is always balanced.

The one who gets in the middle of everything. The one who breaks friendships.  The one who is always blamed.

Being the third is so difficult.

Here you thought you could live being detached. The next thing you know, apparently you are the eye of the storm. And it’s going to wreak havoc! Except, of course you are the last person to find out. You’re the third.

Being the third is so difficult.

It’s like you have become this nameless existence. “Oh! Hi there! I know you! Where’s your group? You people are so cool!” All you can go like is “Huh?!” Just when did this happen?

Being the third is so difficult.

So basically now you are typecast. Meet new set of people, and you feel you have finally found your place. Err… Nope. Congratulations! The third. Again.

Didn’t I already tell you, being the third is so difficult.

It is preferred you do not have an opinion. And if you do, shut up! Yet, you’re the one called to make choices. The one to give the tie-breaking vote. The one who is always expected to be balanced.

The one who gets in the middle of everything. The one who breaks friendships.  The one who is always blamed.

Dear, Third. Stop being it. It hurts.

Someone must have told you, you are a hypocrite. You are. Not to them. But to yourself. What on earth happened to equality? Not there? Need no part of this then.

Being the third is foolish,baseless and thankless.

Better run as a lone wolf. You’re your own pack.

STUMBLE

If you stumble, and have no one beside you,

If you stumble, and have people making fun of you,

If you stumble, and have no one to help you up;

Just people passing by,

Turning a deaf ear to your cry:

Always believe that there is someone: even greater than God,

Who will be always beside you

Who will never laugh at you

Who will help you up and not pretend to see you alone, hurt and in despair.

It is yourself, with so much compassion, love and strength,

With so much confidence and courage;

Who can pull you out of the darkest of situations and fix you in one piece,

So that you do not stumble again,

Instead walk with a new found self belief!

 

 

 

Beyond

Across the oceans and every mountain high,

Over the plains and hills and valleys that you might pass by;

The land ‘beyond’ the horizon lies.

 

The horizon orange during sunrise and red during sunset:

A silvery hue gradually takes over by evening-

The moon (beautiful as ever) appears in her silvery gown at night,

And sings her lullaby.

She sings about the land ‘beyond’: its peaceful and serene days and nights.

 

The orange horizon tells about the pleasant days;

However, the red horizon takes you back to the dark past of bloody wars: no wonder people (like you and me and everyone else), go down the memory lane: some happy, some sad

(Indeed sunsets are beautiful;

But within they hide pain: raw pain…)

 

Nobody knows how the land of beyond looks;

I also do wonder: (again, just like you and everyone else would wonder);

In which dimension is it situated: how does time move- fast or slow,

Is there any life or is it one of those lost lands: lost in the sands of time, in an eternal slumber;

 

Or it could be a mirror, reflecting things we see around us and we all will be there as well: doing what we do here (it’s a mirror of course)!

 

Truly ‘beyond’ is such a land, a land encompassed by mystery…

A deep mystery…a deep secret kept unknown for ages,

And still not known…..