WHAT'S PAST IS PROLOGUE!!

Hi everybody!!

It just feels too weird, It feels like I'm writing after a decade. But, well it's been only one and a half year. Life's strange; once this blog was so special to me and now it's just another archive.

So, basically life has completed changed now. All of us have survived the "apocalypse" - corona, I mean. 

From past few days I was looking for some content to write an article; I tried observing life in depth but couldn't found any thing. But, yesterday afternoon only, I asked myself a question "Who's the pillar of life for me? " and spontaneously I answered this to myself "PAST". 

Past has been an important life supporting pillar for me ever since I have started understanding the reasons behind continuity of incidences.

When I had my first heart-ache (not the medical one but the literature one), I used reading as a tool for distraction and later on I realised, this skill not only helped me to Heal but to comprehend the world of organisms, aliens and life beyond that. 

When I had my second heart- ache; though it was not so strong as the previous one but it was more related to the "EGO"; So at that time , I made a decision to learn how to let go of the past and forgive. That was the second best decision of my life as it introduced me to the world of Mahabharata, Bhagwat Gita, Krishna, Sprituality, Meditation and Yoga.

These were the two most important learnings from the aches of my past. 

But, before the ache, their must be some stimulus. And I must say, the stimulus is always beautifully crafted bed of roses with deceiving thrones lying underground and silent.

So, before the first ache; There were butterflies in the stomach and glitters in the eyes (Well, it's just an expression) I started writing stories because the other person involved used to listen to my stories (sorta motivation). And , thereafter I wrote loads n loads of stories and articles which I'm really proud of.

And before the second ache; as far as I remember; I had this idea that it's always the involvement of another person that can fill the void created by somebody else. But, the second incidence told me different people are different and the love they bring to you is also different. There's no void created ever to be filled, but that void must stay intact as an epitome of wisdom. 

I believe depression comes from thinking about the past, be it some sad moment or an happy one (as it doesn't exist in the real time now) and I believe this is an average human's psychology. But, the moment you'll realise that past wasn't just a sequence of events but something beyond that; you'll realise how powerful it is as an tool to create an blissful and ecstatic tomorrow.