Sunshine

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When little yellow rays pushed the blue curtains up, the sky bathed in crimson warmth, shedding its cold nightly gown, and the dawn was on the horizon. With dawn came the hope of new life, new opportunities, and new strength to overcome the hurdles of life. and all this happened every day. Every day all the beings that walk and breathe on this Tierra called Earth got their day started by this dawn.


What has dawn hidden under its crimson robe sleeves? it feels like dawn is pulling some magical tricks on the minds and hearts of beings of the earth. The tapestry of Verde and Azul that covers the earth baths and basks in this sunshine. Filled to the brim with enthusiasm. Birds taking to the sky for new hope and horizons to explore, a dung beetle working a ball of dung to furnish his family with new energy. A mongoose who has crawled the surface through the cold of night, finds the warmth becoming heavy on his eyelids and taking the cue walks up to the next cold crevice to call it a night...err .. to call it a day. 


We humans too are witnessing this magical thing every morning. Yet our ability to use our brains has had a sublime defect in us. When the world is welcoming the sunshine. Our dawns are spent dreaming. Some are good and some are not so good. When dawn beckons us, our airconditioned rooms make us cozy in our cold bed and warm blankets. Our aversion to drawing curtains and avoiding sunshine explains to us that our is the only species that takes comfort in pain. We become accustomed to the pain and suffering we are going through. So much so that our entire reality is balanced with the virtual reality we create around us and supports defective visions of everything being normal.


Wake up..! Dawn is here.


"the most potent of weapons in this world, dear Arjun is the weapon of being helpless and inactive. it kills you from within."

Lord Krishna, Bhagwat  Gita.


Well depending on your inclination on which side you choose science or myth, you will I am confident about this, agree to the above dialogue, in part at least if not in full. We have learned to be helpless in the situation we are in. We might be suffering from a bad group of friends, a bad marriage, or a toxic workplace. Yet, we don't do anything about the situations we are in. We don't admit it, yet we are enjoying the torture and helplessness. We love to cry and make excuses when nothing works our way. This is what we have been doing for ages. We have created monumental structures, created civilizations no species in the known universe can replicate yet individually we are broken. We don't give hearts a chance to hope or our own brain to have ideas of their own.

The hope of better things, better opportunities, better strength, and better ways are fuel to leading a well-balanced and happy life. Inactivity and learned helplessness would surely lead to our demise. we should hope, for hope is life. Hope is what makes this world grow and interact with each other on a note of friendly diplomacy. Hope is what keeps wars at bay, and waters in our tap running. If you look around hope is everywhere and every morning this sunshine brings to us this renewed hope.


Let us welcome this sunshine in our lives, hope for better every thing. lLet us get up early in the morning and walk towards your window and welcome this sunshine in to our lives and in the lives of those we touch. 


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