When you want to be with no one
else but silence, when you like nothing but loneliness and when you feel
nothing but pain. It’s when you hear your heart beating as if it wants you to
listen to it or it wants him to listen to it. How do you tame it? When it breaks
the chains of patience and bulges out giving you the pain for life. No matter
what stories you make or poems you recite, it’s not just good enough, really. To
remove a page from a book, what can you do possibly, tear it, fold it or rub
the content. But in the book of life, you can’t rub it because it’s your
destiny. You can fold it but you know that if you will try opening the book,
you will be directed to that very page only. Last is, tear the page. Yes, you
might not be able to access the happiness and emotions scattered all over that
page of life in future but same would hold true for the pains and misery too. Tear
that page and write a fresh story, a poem or sketch and stick it
there. Gradually you will learn to like it too. Gradually the page would turn
yellow and you will be at peace, not because you won't miss the previous
content but that you will have something new which will become richer than the earlier.
When the book of life is not ready to direct you to the new page, you find
yourself stuck at a point, don’t worry, go back to the previous page and read
it carefully, understand it, solve it and the fresh page will soon be displayed. When you
have difficulty in understanding the content of a page even after trying several
times, please don’t stay, place a bookmark and promise yourself you will
comeback later on and solve it. Sometimes lessons taught in the later chapters are
fruitful to solve the questions of the previous ones. This is the book of life.
