SILENT

Here I am again, lying in my bed, waiting for the tears to get out of my system so that my eyes can finally seal and take me into an unconscious zone where I feel no pain.
I wait for them and wonder. Even though I have surrendered my life to fate so willingly, I miss my old self that worried about the future all the time. I wonder where my life is headed and why the alley in which I've landed so dark and endless. My heart has been split into two. One half contains all my fears and sorrows and worries. The latter is keeping me going, the one that has faith, the one that makes conversation with every cell of my body, and nudges it to keep going, the one that is giving me an inexplicable hope about the future, the one that keeps me calm, composed and the one that exudes love. It is my soul that is ruling my existence. My soul has taken charge and is rising within me, holding me upright, taking all my doubts and fears, grinding and pushing them out of my body so that when I wake up, I will never remember this pain again. It is re injecting me with so much positivity every day that I have no choice but to feel it. It is healing me. I feel pure, cleansed and and renewed. How I have survived this, only He knows. He is the witness, He is the master. I wish I knew what He has planned, at least a clue, at least a hint. But He has conveniently resided within my heart and is smiling all the time, like I'm the tortoise who will win the race eventually. He has reined me back, slowed down my dreams and made me surrender. He seems to have answered my prayers in the strangest way. I wanted to live a true life and it seems like He is opening my eyes to just that. He is keeping me real, He is making me pure. I have no CLUE. I have NO clue. But its healing me.


# God loves you desperately, live as though you believe it.

## What you're becoming is more important than what you're accomplishing.

Animal Diaries Chapter 2- A 'MURDER' of Crows!

Next, I'm going from paws to claws.
From indistinct cat paws to crow claws.
Have you ever wondered why it is 'A Murder of Crows' and not 'A Black Noisy Bunch of Squawk heads' instead?
I have, naturally.
I think it is because of their tendency to attack, defend and mourn in such vast numbers that they end up looking murderous with their black raven color adding to the monstrosity.

But, I'll tell you why it's a 'murder' of humans when they exhibit crow-like traits.
Like crows, humans tend to stick together in opportunistic situations.
It is easy to be a conformist than to stand against a bunch of fools,eh?
Well, if you're standing with the bunch of fools, you're not really counted as anything else.
And when you're always toeing the line, you're not doing anything to break the bubble of conventionality.
And so, you become a 'murderous' bunch that proclaims nothing but orthodoxy.
Nothing but boring black against the blue sky.


My plea:

STOP doing what everyone else is!
Don't join social networking sites because everyone else is, especially if they have idle games. Our farmers would love us on the actual field instead; or being a part of their legislative rights instead.
Don't follow every single thing that your books claim. Question.
Don't be scared to speak up.
Don't be miserly with expressions. It takes 5 seconds to laugh and love but it gives you a kick that will keep you blushing for long after.
Break the rules if you have to. The world is changing everyday. Fight change with change.
Stop being like crows. Evolve.
You're a black beauty who can squawk himself to victory.Alone.

Crow-talk:

I am not black and ugly.
I am black, beautiful and I reflect the colors of the rainbow on my feathers.
We stick together purely for unity, not to look like a 'murderous bunch of fools'.

AHEM!