The Art of Giving Up.

I’m on a quest to finally finish a lot of the articles that have been rotting in the Drafts folder. Here goes my first attempt at this.

Maybe these posts were never meant to be, or maybe, they’ve just been waiting, to be.

“Try and try until you succeed” is probably one of the most widely used motivational quote. Every success story, every rags-to-riches story, every Edison-found-10000-ways-that-didn’t-work story urges one to keep going, keep trying till one succeeds. But, how long does one keep trying? How long is one to keep pushing? To keep going? What do you do when you’ve exhausted all your options and you still don’t succeed?

I remember how we had this section called “Reference to Context” in our Literature paper in school, wherein we had to answer questions with respect to a short story, poem or play. Just the concept of “Reference to Context” implied that not every story is the same, not all characters are facing the same circumstances. Every character needed a different end, moreover, a different mean to reach the end.

So, yes, all of our stories are different, so are our problems and personalities and perspectives. But, how come, the secret to this “success” remains the same? What if we’re just sometimes stuck with the wrong goal, or worse, a wrong definition of success? What if giving up on trying is our best shot?

Yes, it’s important to keep going. But, what if we’re going in the wrong direction?

So I tried it, the last time I was stuck somewhere, I took a step back, and asked myself, have I really left no stones unturned? Have I made sure not to cut any corners? Have I truly tried everything? And the answer was yes.

But, this whole “never give up” thing is so deep-rooted in my mind that I find it difficult to give up, to quit on something when it doesn’t work. I keep wanting to try once more, giving it my 100% each time, even though I’ve failed each time before. What if I’m just putting all this effort in the wrong direction? I find it difficult to follow my own advice.

I wish I hadn’t been instilled with the absolute version of this saying. I wish I had been taught to try and try but know when to stop when things just don’t go my way.

Light After The Storm.

This one’s a guest post by my friend Vrishika. Read on 🙂

It’s the most excruciating feeling in the world, the inability to fix things and make it right. You watch things getting messed up, falling out of place for no reason other than circumstance, and all you can do is watch the pieces fall apart. That feeling when it hits that there is absolutely nothing you can do really wrenches your heart. You’re left with no option than to just let go, to wait out the storm.

But worse than being in the eye of the storm yourself, is watching a person you care about immensely stuck there and not being able to do anything about it. What can you do when nothing is working your way? When you are helpless because you just doesn’t know how to help, and even worse, helpless because you know the exact solution but just aren’t able to get it across. All you can do is watch, watch as they suffer, watch as they fight, only hoping that they remain standing.

Such times really make you appreciate just how much is out of your control. You may have the intentions and the resources to put solutions in action but the variables in the surroundings just don’t align themselves. These circumstances really humble you, show you your worth before the power of the universe. All that can be done at these times is to hang on, to a tree, to a pole, to a straw, to any shred of hope that keeps you going, just hang on, because it will be over. Despite everything, as difficult as this is to see sometimes, it remains an absolute certainty that the storm will pass. It has to end. And there will be light, the light after a storm.

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Heirloom.

Say hello to this beauty! I’ve been trying to track down my Babaji’s 53-year-old typewriter for a few months, now, and it’s finally (FINALLY!) here. I can’t even begin to describe how fascinated I am! The keys are so beautiful. And it’s a joy to watch the lever hit the ribbon with a loud WHACK, […]