It all starts when we least expect it. I mean, at some point in life we anticipate a sort of change that has been waiting to befall. After being stuck under a strong web of wrong and right, and an even stronger yet at the same time extremely meek perspective of life, we are, almost magically, introduced to the ‘source’. The ultimate source to resuscitation.

It’s in human nature to demotivate not only others but one’s own potential of being successful. A very unnatural downfall or failure precedes the above mentioned trait. Sometimes it may take a life-long series of such events to model a perfect (illusion) human being. Other times they are just born (not really).

Let us first try to understand what success really means here. If we go by the literal meaning, it’s as clear as air, but behind every literal meaning, there’s an underlying one that’s waiting to be discovered by people like us. We love to read between the lines even when there’s only a very small, almost invisible circle. We often find ourselves seeking pleasure in complicating scenarios. Even a term as predictable as ‘success’, often becomes the most critically important source of life. Coming back to the ‘word of the day’, success can mean accomplishment, achievement, gain, profit, right, high, sky, earth, air, water, life, you and me. It’s as tangential as any word in the dictionary. Seems much better now, does it or not?

But why is this particular event important? 

Why not? Would you rather brood over an extremely irrelevant episode of your life than be a happy member of the cloud family? If the answers no, well, this isn’t the right place for you.

What is this ‘source’? What does it look like?

 This ‘source’ can take up any form, very likely to look like the things you despise or are allergic to (just kidding). Just like love, this source is in the air. Only love doesn’t have any more than 0 seats in the atmosphere. But this source does.

How do we know when it’s time for the ‘source’ to show up at our door?

Imagine this, you wake up after an extremely hostile night’s sleep, your life seems full of shit, completely messed up, you’re constantly having a bad hair day for what seems like a few lives now and your morning coffee or tea cannot handle the right proportion of sugar and milk. You sit your ass down on your IKEA expensive, not so comfortable recliner and prepare yourself to sip on your $100 worth, unworthy black mug, and the bell goes off. No, it’s just your nosy neighbour at the door to wish you a very crappy morning.

To be really honest, you’ll never know when, where and how. It could hit you when you’re acting out or being the life of the party. That’s trivial to the matter at hand. What’s important is how we welcome this source into our lives, open arms or not. Some of us may even act blind to the source, oblivious of its arrival and presence. You’re either lucky or The Weeknd, most unlikely, to ‘feel it coming’.

We don’t forever have to be a lost cause and we definitely don’t have forever to be sad or happy. Just know when it’s half-time and the right time to switch. Give them both a chance, being a little partial towards happiness. 

Ever heard of the blame game?

‘Been there, done that!’

Ever wondered what led you there and why you did what you did?

‘Well…..’

We believe we own the people we’re in love with, that every fiber of their being is obliged to satisfy us in every way possible. We easily announce our claim onto their souls. It’s as if we created them, and that their existence is purely cynical to our being and not even for themselves.

Mistaking this for traits of possessiveness or love is downright stupid. Practicing this kind of control over someone is justifiable only if we’re mentally disturbed or a narcissist and apparently most of us do fall under either one or both of these categories.

All that being said, when one of these people, go out of their ways and for the first time do something that does not include in our book of ‘101 ways to owe me your soul’, it seems like the end of the world. It feels like they have cut us into a million pieces, like an involuntary euthanasia. We’re left heartbroken.

But wait, we are still alive.

Our social media, which becomes a canvas to showcase this anti-climax, is livelier than we have ever been. Still a few breaths old, we paint a million similar looking images of a broken heart with quotes dealing with pain and suffering written across with the blood of this very broken heart (which is, surprisingly, still beating) onto the canvas.

This is when it all starts, the blame game. After we have successfully escorted our hearts into this self-made hell, we just can’t stop blaming them people. We blame them out and out, day and night even for the wrongs that already exist in our lives that they have nothing to do with. We book the entire terrain of bad spells under their name. That’s just how we deal with it and try to mend our seemingly broken hearts.

But what we fail to understand is that, everything we go through has a direct link to everything we put others through. When we put our faith in others, we often forget to read the book named ‘the consequences’. I mean, how much can we expect from something created out of sand, sporting a heart that is designed to keep them alive, provided they do what makes them happy?

Can we all stop being so selfish, please?

The idea of expecting the best from people must be terminated. To put someone under an invisible burden which pushes them down to resort to a level where they do something that is likely to upset us, that’s our fault.

An important task is to understand that we are all equally trained to do what we are supposed to do. If some can expect, others can decide to not live up to those expectations and that should be accepted wisely.

We do what we do because, to be spiritually attained, we realize that it’s okay to not always try and be happy or be the cause for someone else’s happiness. Everything has to be done in right proportions, because adding 2 tablespoon of sugar (instead of teaspoon) to 1 cup of coffee might better the bitter taste of our tongue but also spoil our coffee.