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A Light In The Darkness

How are you? 

Simple question, right? One you’ll hear pretty much everyday, probably several times. I’m sure you’ll have your automatic answer all lined up.  Something along the lines of ‘Fine, thanks’ or ‘I’m okay’ or ‘Good’ or whatever. You say it without even thinking.

What happens if you do think about it though? What happens if you pause before you answer and ask yourself how you really are? Would your answer be different?

So I’m asking you – how are you? 

Be creative, be thoughtful, but most importantly, be honest.

Now, if you think this is great, please get involved by either sharing this post or writing your own, spread this around the blogosphere, encourage people to be open and honest, show people how to care about each other! We can do this, guys!

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He wanted to ran away until he found what he was looking for. Maybe it was a purpose. Maybe it was a new start. Or Maybe it was something simple:a sky full of unclouded stars. Then he met her. When asked who she was all he had to say was this ‘She’s poetry in a world still learning the alphabet.’ ‘Don’t chose me…nobody ever does anyway…but don’t worry…i wouldn’t chose me either,’ she whispered quietly into his ear. You see she was different Than most. She was magic,the moon,the unclouded stars and the universe all woven into one. She was a child of the stars. She had stardust coursing through her veins. And as he sat down to listen to her story, he realised something…she is complicated…But here’s the catch. She was the most beautiful complicated thing he’d ever seen,a tangled mess of silky string and all he ever wanted of life was to sit down cross-legged and untie her knots. But here’s the thing about pain. It makes you distrust. It makes you question. It literally destroys you. Like a tsunami obliterating everything in its way and that’s what had happened to her. The pain had created monsters within she who was once an angel. How do you destroy a monster without becoming one? Through chaos;his chaos. But what is chaos some of us might ask. Well you see chaos is an angel who fell in love with a demon;the way he blew into her life like a fucking storm tearing the nails and windows out of her soul and opening her up to the sky. People don’t like chaos…it brings confusion, disorder, noise and destruction…but this kind of chaos saved our girl. It restored her, piecing her together and making her whole again. Years later, gray hair from aging, wrinkled faces from smiling so much as they reminisce, they are sitting out on the porch as they watch the sunset that’s when it hits him. The kind of love that exists between them is the kind of love the sun has for the moon; the kind of love where the sun dies every evening just to give the moon a chance to breathe. ‘I’ve always wondered why didn’t you ever leave? Even after I told you my story. Why didn’t you let me go? I’m sure it was very difficult for you to deal with my baggage,’ she questions him. ‘Everyone has baggage,’ he replied smiling at her,’ but I decided to help you unpack yours instead of walking away.’ ‘It still doesn’t answer my question,’ she prodded. ‘What happened to goodbye?’ He looked at her adoringly smiling and replied with one word, ‘2.Am.’ ‘2.Am?’ Our girl asked not quite understanding him. ‘ You know the person you can call at 2.Am and you know you can always count on them no matter what. Even if they are asleep or its cold or you need to be bailed out of jail…they will come no matter what… I am your 2.Am person. It’s the highest form of love.’ And that’s when she realised she didn’t need to be diamonds for him…with him she could be broken glass and her pieces would still shine…

The art of listening and why its so important.

Hello dear readers…as i promised here is my first post.

So about two days ago i was with my childhood friend and were just talking typical teenage stuff…the latest gossip and all. Suddenly the topic of listening to others came up in our conversation. She was telling me how she wished her mom listened to her…like really listened. No judgements, criticisms, condemns, shouting, or advice giving. Just plain old listening. Then she would be opening up more to her mom and be telling her how she really feels. Then it hit me how what she was saying was so right. How many of us have been in both situations…my friend’s and her mom’s…how we wished somebody really listened to us and how somebody else wished we really listened to them. How many times have you ever talked to someone telling them important stuff…or not so important but you realize they are not really listening. They judge you, criticize you, condemn you or even give you advice without really trying to understand where you are coming from??? Or how many times has someone talked to you and you give them your full undivided attention?? Listening to them without looking at your phone, the television, or doing something else when they are talking to you??? Without thinking of a response or cutting them off while they are speaking??? I know the answer to that: Many times . I know for a fact there are many times i wished my mom, friends or siblings listened to what i say. And i also know there are many times people really wished I listened to them. So what is Listening??? Its being there fully for what is being said. It involves undivided attention to somebody. Listening does not happen with the ears only…No, it involves all the other sensory organs…apart from the mouth. When you really listen keenly you are able to understand what this person is saying…and what they are not saying. The true meaning behind their spoken words and the words that are left unspoken. You understand the body language of this person.How they are acting while speaking about something. You are able to see past the face of this person and into their soul where you can understand them from their point of view. When you really listen you become that other person…you understand them fully without having to say anything. You will be surprised how much people are willing to open up to you if you only took the time to listen to their story. And to listen does not involve shouting at the other party or telling them your opinions or giving them advice when it has not been asked for. That’s where we go wrong if we think that is what listening is. As humans, it is in our nature to want to be listened to…to be understood in everything we are saying; important or not. But remember the universe gives you back what you give out to it…so if you wanna be listened to…you need to listen to others too. Don’t be quick to react to what is being said…listen first: With your ears eyes nose and touch. Be there fully and present. Don’t look at your phone, or book or try to come up with a response while somebody is talking. Do better. Give somebody your undivided attention and trust me that person is likely to open up to you more than ever and when its your turn to speak…you wont have to worry if they are listening or not cause I guarantee you they will be. So next time someone is talking to you Listen. Whether they are talking about how the weather is hot or about how they are afraid of taking a test. How someone did them wrong or how they wish they would Netflix and chill the whole day. When someone who is your junior at work or home is talking.When your child is telling you how they played with their friends in the mud. Listen to them with enthusiasm. Every conversation is important no matter how small or meaningless it might seem to you. That way I’m sure you are even likely to make more friends because people will find you approachable and easy to talk to.

Short introduction

Hello dear readers…This is just a short introduction on what this blog is all about. It is a self development blog both for me the writer and you the reader. It is dedicated to reach out to people out there who feel like all hope is lost…the people who feel like the sun will never shine again in their life…those who feel stuck in a never ending rut…hopeless, desolate, trapped and depressed…im sure everyone of us has experienced those feelings more than once in their life me included and that is okay. That is what being human is all about. Your feelings are valid and it is nothing to be ashamed about. That is why this blog is here. It is a beacon of hope, a light at the end of the tunnel. I know I alone wont be able to reach everybody and that’s okay…that’s why I’m begging you guys..if you read an article and feel it has helped you…share it with somebody…pass it along…we never lose our light by lighting somebody’s else’s candle. We are all one family. Lets refuse to let those around us drown in pits of desperation and hopelessness. Let’s be the change we wanna see in this world. Lets be the people who will stand up and do something not just talking about it. This is a platform where everybody’s opinions are valued and respected no matter who you are or where you are from. And if you don’t agree with what somebody else has said or even what I have written…kindly lets solve the issues as mature people. No hate is allowed. This Is a platform for love, joy, happiness and peace. Everybody is welcomed here regardless of anything. So as the founder of Humanity For All I personally take this chance to welcome everybody on board. I hope and believe this will be a wonderful journey full of amazing surprises. Thank you dear readers and I appreciate all of you very much.