“And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.”
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
“When proven wrong, the wise man will correct himself and the ignorant will keep arguing.”
— Ali ibn Abi Talib
I was travling a lonely path destination was mile away.listend to the wind and nature and I was not lonely on the way
If you want something you've got to stand up for it and ask it, otherwise no matter what a decent person you are, you'll never get it.
Though I'm relatively young, I've begun to feel, that I've missed or failed chances, which cannot be recovered. I've been inadequately attempting to perfect and sell my book, to be discovered as a genius at basically any field. I've been chasing my impossible and utterly ridiculous dreams. In my pursue of a great life, I've lost sight of what originally motivated me. And I haven't only failed at completing certain goals, I've given in to family expectations, "sane" voices from all around me and to my unadmitted fear of living. There's a part of me, which, along with many of my past chances, cannot be recovered. Well not by me at least... The current state of my life is not even remotely related to my former anticipation. I used to believe, that amazing turns in life are ahead. And yes, I'm still young... But I've just wasted so much: time, resources, connections and most of all spirit.
What do I do now? I still haven't lost hope and in all probability I never will. Still, I don't have the slightest idea of how to act. The ground beneath my feet has shrinked to absolute nil. I can see clearly, how my further actions and plans can never lead to fruition. However, as I've said, I'm bound to hope, I still believe, that life can take an unexpected and rather fortunate turn and this endlessly rushing train will take me to a destination, that overtakes all that my limited mind can dream of now.
I have faith, that my fate is not in my hands. It would be inexpressably tormenting to have no hope for anything beyond my own power. I am grateful that I can dwell in the house of God forever.
I feel that it's like in some books, where the characters have little to no word in shaping their destinies. Well of course, I firmly believe, that my actions and thoughts matter enermously, more than I realise but, in this short post, my only concern was resolving my present predicament.
I'm still working on the little extension thingies for my book. It's been over a year and a month, that I started writing it.
One night I had the weirdest dream, probably of my entire (rather short) existence, about these kids being tricked and trapped in Underworld... I remember, I was in the middle of another "novel" (which by the way I still have not finished :P), and I was just browsing among self-publishing companies. I randomly filled out a registration for one site, as to see what it would cost me to publish myactualwork. I don't know for what reason, but I clicked children's books category, and then things just got crazy in my head...
Nothing real was set in motion but the next day I was called by this publishing company. A very nice woman was politely asking me about mybook. It blew my mind. I felt like I was arealwriter. For no apparent reason I started telling about my dream, insted of the project I was making. What I said was to no extent collected or organised but it didn't bother me much, I was just speaking. Dreaming of getting published...
In one week I wrote like twenty-five, thirty pages. I was extremely thrilled. But, then my joy was soon overcome byreason. I was (and still am (for a hopefully short period of time)) monetarily dependent on my parents. The cheapest publishing package was about 2000 pounds if I remember correctly... Anyways, they said, that a book is not a good investment. So they gave me exactly 0.00 pounds to follow my dreams...
I never give up. I didn't give up then, either... In the coming two months I finished my book, had it revised by a published author, who became a very good friend of mine on the way... After that I sent my manuscript to another friend of mine, who resides in Michigan, U.S.. He used to be a professor of genetics and his knowledge is literally unprecedented. Though I hardly agree with him on anything... So he revised it, as well. He said, it's not really good but he sees some potential... This is kind of like the greatest compliment I've ever heard from him, so it was extremely delightful to me, despite its actual indifference :P
My endurance was always fueled by my beautiful Special Girl (I never know how to call her because girlfriendis kind of awkward and she's not my wife yet, so I'd feel uncomfortable with calling her my Half). She is the greatest artist I've seen, or heard, or known about. The inspiration and motivation she gave me are like this once-in-a-lifetime thing, which we always hear abot but can never truly depict... She never let me give in, or turn blue...
And now, after a year, I'm here. Still trying to make it better. But in this one year, I've learned, that I'm ready to leave my parents' house. For good. I'll write. I'll marry my girlfriend (according to my parents) before time. These are my plans and I know, that I shouldn't be crossing the bridge yet, but there's this thing, called faith. I know this is my path because I was instructed this way, by my Heavenly Instructor... I don't fear the shadows of my future, or even my present because I know, that nothing can go so wrong, as to prevent me from becoming the man, that I'm born to become.
I've finished my book. At least a thousand times but still, here I am, working on it. But now it seems too much. Why isn't it simply done?!
I'm lucky though, because I never intended it to be for me. And the true recipient of the whole story always inspires me. Always. Even when she just comes to my mind. I always feel strong enough to eventually get to the other side.
I suppose we all have this feeling sometimes. I mean, I'm extremely lucky to have a special woman in my life but I cannot picture you, yes you my reader, without at least some very distant, unreachable person, whose glimpse would not make you do wonders.
Yeah, so get up and do your homework, Loki-head (I just made that up but seems terrible, however, I'm never deleting any stupid stuff, so it stays)!
Randomness rules, by the way...
Thank you, Terry! I really appreciate your friendship. You’ve always encouraged me. ♥️💜🩷
you are beautiful no matter what they say, words can’t bring you down
"I think it's very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person."
- Oscar Wilde
I prepared my coffee already...
İt finished...
My two goals for today:
- Learn everything there is to know about everything that's ever existed.
- Make some coffee.
Evet... bugün yine günlerden herhangi bir gün ve ben şuan oturmuş bitmiş kahvemle beraber ders çalışıyorum. Neden mi çalışıyorum? Aslında bu soruyu her zaman birisi sorsa cevap veremem. Çünkü verecek cevabı içimde bulamam.. Peki ya bu neden oluyor? Neden birisi size o soruyu sorduğunda verdiğiniz cevapta bile içinizde bir umutsuzluk ya da o şeyi gerçekten istiyor musunuz diye sorgularsınız?
1) Kendine güveniniz yoktur.
2) Çevre baskısı... Eğer çevrenizdekilerin düşündüklerini çok takan biriyseniz. Onların dedikleri sizi umutsuzluğa sürüklüyorsa ve sizin kendinize olan inancınızı yitirmenizi sağlıyorsa o yanınızdaki kişi sizin için hayallerinize giden yolda doğru araç değil demektir. O kişiden ya da kişilerden uzaklaşıp kendinizi bir odaya kapatın ve müzik açıp olmak istediğiniz yeri ve geleceğinizi hayal edin.
3) Kendini hep eksik hissetme duygusu... Yaptığımız yanlışlardan ders çıkaracağımıza eksiklerimizin fazla olduğundan korkup bunu yapamayacağımızı düşünmeye başlarsak istediğimiz hedefe hiçbir zaman ulaşamayız. Ve bize inanmayanları haklı çıkarmış oluruz sadece...Bunun olmasını kim ister? Kim hayatında her zaman başarısızlıklarını anlatan insanlarla beraber olmak ister ki onu kınayan bakışları görmek, dalga içeren cümleleri duymak... Kimse istemez.
Şuan bunları yazarken bile kendimden pay çıkararak yazdığımı bilmenizi isterim. Çünkü şuan yazdıklarım bir gün karşıma çıktığında diyeceğim ki sen başardın ama kendin için başardın... Kendin istedin ve yaptın başkası için değil. Bugünlere geldiysem ise bu benim başarım ve başkasının asla olmayacak!
Kimsenin kendinizin verdiği emeğe el uzatmasına izin vermeyin! Bu sadece seni ona çalışan bir köleden başka bir şey yapmaz...
Bu hayata bir kez geliyoruz ve şuan sahip olduklarınızın değerini bilin... Çünkü bir daha asla sahip olamayacaksınız. Kimse sizi ölünce umursamayacak. Hepimiz birer toprak altında kalıp unutulacağız. Ölünce hatırlanmak mı istiyorsun? O zaman, Şu sikik insanların dediğini takmayı bırak ve harekete geç!
İyi mi hatırlanmak istiyorsun? O zaman, kendi hayatından arkandakilere bir şeyler bırak ki bir daha seni unutamasınlar!
KARANLIK NOTALAR...
Life is your exam...
Your success is your motivation.
Let’s study!
“I want to rest. I want to breathe quietly again.”
— Tennessee Williams
Picture credit: dreamstime.com
हे मन विहग बस तू उड़ान भर
घोर अंधकार हो
शांत ये बयार हो
तू अकेला राह में
मंजिल की चाह में
धैर्य तू छोड़ना
लक्ष्य से मुह मोड़ ना
मुसीबतें हज़ार हो
बैरी सब संसार हो
बहेलिया हो हर पग पे
कोई न हो तेरा जग में
फिर भी हे मन विहग बस तू उड़ान भर !
बस तू उड़ान भर !
तो क्या हुआ जो पंख तेरे कट गए
मित्र तेरे घट गए
जो घोंसला न रहा तो क्या
हौसला तू छोड़ ना
तिनके अब भी हैं जहान में
बना ले तू नया बसेरा
दूर होगा यह अँधेरा
आएगा फिर नया सवेरा
लगन लगा उड़ान में
हे मन विहग बस तू उड़ान भर !
बस तू उड़ान भर !
अनुकूलता में बढ़ते हैं सब
ऊंचाइयों पे चढ़ते है सब
तू जग की रीत बदल
विपरीतियों में भी बढ़ता चल
सत्य का उठा हथियार
और असत्य का मिटा निशान
भास्कर को लक्ष्य कर
बस तू उड़ान भर
बस तू उड़ान भर |
(रवि प्रताप सिंह )
Dreams
Often we meet them in our subconscious state,
Sometime we remember, often we forget.
Sometimes they disturb our sleep,
Often we take a dive into them very deep.
Dreams our dreams
Why they come?
What they tell?
It is still a mystery,
People do study dream’s chemistry.
Synonym of success, and victory.
Dreams our dreams.
Sometimes dreams try to show our upcoming days,
They warn us through their own ways.
It happens with most of us,
Generally our feet got stuck when we had to run in dream,
Our voice don’t come out when we try to scream, in our dream.
Dreams our dreams.
People do comment,
Your dream will remain dream.
People do suggest,
Always have big dream.
Dreams are always around us as comment,
As our own reflection,
As insight,
Sometime as motivation.
Dreams our dreams.
It is good to have dreams,
It acts as catalyst in or life.
Dreams are there to materialize into truth,
Dream are there to mobilize the youth.
One should not live in dreams,
One should try to live their dreams.
Sometimes we have dream of team,
I too have a dream
World having no violence, hatred, grief, hunger,
I call you to be partner
In my dream
I am sure, together we can fulfill this dream.
Dreams our dreams.
(Ravi Pratap Singh)
If there is pitch dark around you,
Path is not visible to you,
You are afraid of every whisper,
You are not expecting anyone near,
Even in all these adverse conditions, my dear
Have your vision very much clear
And don’t fear
After a while the darkness will gone
Don’t step back
Have belief on yourself and stand alone.
Once you have taken your boat on waves
After some amazing voyages
Waves have decided to riots and raves
In between water, you have lost your oars
Death seems as near as water,
Life seems as far as shore
You don’t find way out
Just don’t scream and shout
Have a cool in your mind
Have an eye in front and behind
The almighty will send some one
Just strengthen your belief on him, and stand alone
Once you have raised your voice for a noble cause
Before victory don’t take pause
People may or may not join you
Hurdles will certainly follow you
Always keep that cause in your mind
For problems, you behave like blind
Keep your intentions pious and sacred
You need not to be afraid
After a tough time you will won
Just always be ready to stand alone
On a cliff
I am with me
No one came to see
I have faced storms and thunder
After a rain it wonder
New leafs came and grew
Cattles tried to screw
I keep growing tall and high
I have almost touched the little sky
I have strengthen my base
And I grew even in adverse case
The rule is simple and applies with everyone
Strengthen your base and for every situation
Ready to stand alone
Now I can see crowd around me; known and unknown
It happened because
I was ready to stand alone.
(Ravi Pratap Singh)
In the end you make yourself best, just be on the way who you are and what you want...
Go check my latest and dearest article on Vocal.media. It talks about the symbiosis between writing/arts and life adventures, passions, personal interests and how to leverage this relationship to your advantage as a creator.
So here is my buddy Pietro's and mine art collective, music platform on Bandcamp, the 45Drakes Records.
Here we release our own music and productions, here you can see my illustrations for our cover art and definitely listen to some music that will make you daaaance all night :)