On a lazy Sunday afternoon , flipping through the pages of my books I came across some quotes which left me thinking.
Love and desire are spirit’s wings to great deeds
The first one read as- ‘Love and desire are spirit’s wings to great deeds’. My mind readily agreed to these words and pondered, isn’t everything we do a product of what we love and desire? In-fact the inspiration to do something also comes from what we love.
The trouble with life is that there always too many answers
As I read forward the next quote was by Ruth Benedict , ‘ The trouble with life is that there always too many answers ‘ and my mind questioned Was this true for me? If I asked myself what inspired me or what I loved would I get a clear answer?
The answer was quite easy for me. The two things that have always inspired me are Words and Story. I have always believed that words can weave magic. They have an ever lasting impact on my mind.
My world revolved around imaginary characters and their lives and I can hardly tell when I didn’t want to be a character in a story/ book too. Not only the books I read but also the movies I watched and the tales I heard, one way or the other it was my imagination to live the life of another person which invoked a spark into my heart, which ignited a will to do better. Some things validated my beliefs and others simply increased the chaos I already had into my head.
Words have a power over me which can put me into a trance and take me to another place which I have always found more interesting than the place I dwell in. It is always strange visiting places in my imagination, although I have never been to that place, I belong there more, it has a very strong connection to my present reality.
Things always become easier when you relate them with a story, an example always helps and it does wonders when you know you were the one who was fighting all the battles, when you go through the struggles of the people and when you rise as winner and your mind opens to various other notions and that’s the reason Ved’s childhood in Tamasha is an uncanny resemblance of my own childhood.
Coming back to the present , I continued reading and the next lines were from a poem of Robert Frost which says
“The woods are lovey dark and deep, But I have a promise to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, Miles to go before I sleep”.
These were one of the favorite lines of a poem, these lines somehow change my attitude whenever I read it because it isn’t about where you get the inspiration from, or what do you desire, or how deep is your passion for something but what do you do with your inspiration, is us your desire taking you somewhere, or does your actions and passion walk hand in hand? Because it is not about which road you take, but about how many miles did you cover today.