Swati Singh's Blog: Ars longa, vita brevis, page 3

An extra mile to Love

Once, when I argued endlessly with my sister, she ended the discussion by saying we go extreme lengths for the things we love or the people we care for and I don’t think I have ever heard of a definitive better. I, being a rebel teen as I always was, retaliated. I excused myself of blames saying that whatever I choose, whichever career I opt, whoever I be with, I’ll be there completely and irrevocably work to build some ounce of substance. 

Steadily as I grew up, I realised my sister was right; she had always been right. We go that extra mile for the things we love. We forgive and forget wrong-doings of the people we love. Maybe that is why, despite of my baseless allegations of never supporting me, my sister kept on showing the right path and it wasn’t a sudden realisation. It was the day I stood still and stared at the thing I loved the most, my calling, the nights when I incessantly researched and didn’t sleep a minute, but it wasn’t exhausting. The day when I sat still to notice the guy I gave my heart to, I wondered how many times I would have left any other man for the things he did to me, but I never left him because I loved him. 

Love was simply the reason I persisted. Love isn’t always happy. It is gruesome and exhausting. It leaves you wondering, but it is the only thing that makes it bearable. That adds you to yourself.

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Outgrow the things that don't grow you.

When you grow up, you grow in different ways, through different phases and build up in different roots. It is not uncommon to wear out of relationships, friendships and people who you wished to last forever. There might have been a time in your life when these people knew exactly what you needed or were concerned with actually how your day went, but what matters is now. The present is what they do not hold. 
They no longer read your silence, misinterpret your words, make fun of things that you prioritize and pass comments that are anything but joke so guess what jokes on them. Let them continue to wander along the version of you they subdue and you keep on outgrowing them. 
Outgrow the people who don’t value you for the human you are. Outgrow the people who don’t respect your morals or the ones for whom your emotions are just another table discussion. Outgrow the people who cannot walk with you in the quiet. Outgrow the friends that never knew when to stop and when to ride. Stand alone. Stay away from the people who belittle you because, my dear, you are so good and so loving. In the world, where humor is disrespect, you are the one who stands for respect so move forward and let them fall behind. 
Rise girl, as much as you can, rise because in the end it is their loss. It is so truly their loss to lose someone who actually cared and loved them when no one else did. Pic Credits: Pinterest

Quoted #2

To the ones who remember every detail of every day, I get it. 

I get it why you don’t wish to wake up in the day. 

Feminism

 This generation has protested a lot regarding the stigmas that a woman faces, invented the word ‘feminism’ and preyed on it mercilessly. Though it is difficult to find that open-mindedness in routine life.
Every woman is categorised into a box, a box where she is supposed to fit and die. A woman who is too friendly with men or the one who is bold and erotic is considered being a whore. The one who is easy going is considered being a chicken. One who shies away and keeps men at a distance is considered being submissive. One who is overdressed is considered being inviting and one who is underdressed is ignorant of her needs. One with thin hips would be easy to lift. One with thick ones would be wholesome to devour.
The way she walks, the way she expresses, the way she speaks and the way she breathes. I am exhausted of women being judged on every corner of their physical and mental existence. What is this obsession with men? Why do they assume that everything, every minute detail of a woman, is engaged to them as if she was born to please them? We are not another Eve to a man-less Adam.
Come on, wake up from your slumber where women were an object of pleasure, where she was considered being pure and unpure as per desires of a man, where her virginity was a man’s most entitled possession. A woman neither was nor will be a man’s. Accept that.
Men are basically birthed from a woman. If you consider it a race, take the defeat, for it is served on a platter. If you want to co-exist, we will do so with utmost respect but no woman will ever bow down to a man in gratitude because she is worth much more than that.
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He & his art

 When he came by my side, stood still to gaze at Vincent Von Gogh's painting that hung at the centre of a huge white wall, I knew how these colors expanded much more. Of how these works meant to Vincent himself, that he didn't mean to be one of the most astonishing creator but just a man who desperately needed to express, to give meaning to pain and love he felt, to name the turns of the life he walked into. 
These paintings weren't mere art but he himself, who continues to live on a white canvas, who painted the numerous ways in which his experiences changed him, of what disturbed him and what calmed him. That he lend himself entirely to a white board which held him when no other human could be wide enough to keep him within. He found endless ways to keep breathing in his art that ultimately made him immortal. 
How foolish am I to compare myself to the great himself but it is true! I kept myself alive in the skins I traced, on the people I loved and emptied myself in such scattered pieces of paint that would never be whole again though will always persist somewhere within, even when I am gone.
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Quoted

 On some days I wonder what I am if not love. Where am I to go if not to his heart?Where am I to die if not in his arms?

Of the love you have

You don’t know how many times people say ‘I love you’ and you might wonder if any person would ever remember you when you’re gone, but believe me when I say they would. 

They would when they would scroll reels and insomnia would lick their brains open. They would when they wake up early in the morning and would like someone to turn their alarm off but would find no one. They would when they would come across the worst flavors of ice cream that you liked and won’t be able to stop buying two of them, one for you even when you won’t be there to taste it. They would when their hearts would get broken and would wish someone to come instantly from their back and hold them and crack the funniest jokes or bitch about the person who broke your heart but would find no one to do that. They would when they scroll through the photographs, wishing you would come back to remind them of all the details. They would miss you when your absence would set in, when the parts of their life you defined will remain undefined, when they would dwell homeless without a lighthouse. 

You may not acknowledge the amount of love you spread and the ones which return to you, but even at your worst, when you assume there is nothing left worth, there is always something or someone who will need you exactly the way you are. 

If someone says ‘I need you’ or ‘Hold me’ or ‘I hate this food but I am eating it for you’ or ‘Call me when you reach home’ or ‘Why are so quiet?’ or ‘How was your day?’ or ‘How have you been?’ or ‘Lets go out’ or ‘Tell me something’ or ‘I will always remember you’, all they mean is that they love you. They might not love you in the way you want them to, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are loved. 

Whenever you feel you want to give up, call them, call me and stay, just stay, maybe not for yourself but for the people who want you, who need you.

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