Toiling away the last few weeks, putting a piece of one’s heart into an endeavour, an aspiration uninhibited by the worldly ways. A courageous step in a way, defying the usual norms that come into play. Maneuvering the obstacle ridden paths with a zeal to create a mark. Finally, the day arrives, which was awaited with anxious breath. Confident in one’s capabilities and talent, leaving no stone unturned to prove one’s worth, and reiterating the fact, that the chosen path will turn out to be a landmark decision. Bringing forth to the world out there, a sneak peek into the dream built with utmost passion. Attaining a sense of satisfaction at the completion of the events for the day with a significant amount of precision. But the true test was lurking somewhere in the corner, waiting to measure one’s commitment towards the task in hand, in light of the judgement waiting to outpour.
A contrasting conjecture came to the forefront. On one hand, a string of praise was showered upon, acknowledging the hard work and inherent flair for being able to live up to one’s own expectations. Whereas on the flip side, one was greeted by harsh criticism, with an underlining intent to berate and bring down the morale. Strangely to one’s surprise, the heart reacted to both the comments in a manner that was poles apart from each other. The happiness quotient went up for a bit on hearing the words of appreciation, but with the clouds of doubt hovering over on how genuine could be the applaud. In a striking contrast, the negativity was met by the heart with a sudden outburst of emotions, seeming to fill up the drought-stricken land with plentitude of rain accompanied by bouts of thunderstorm.
The mind unable to fathom these diverse reactions, decided on calling upon the heart to have an urgent chat, to be able to see through the chaos. The heart innocently expressed its point of view, stating that it simply reflected the feelings that tore it apart in a loud and clear manner. The mind was astonished by this justification and questioned if it had no sense of self -assurance, and was so fragile enough to be easily broken by words that came from a disillusioned perspective? Didn’t the fragrance of positivity make the heart want to immerse in its authenticity and present the gift of gratitude for infusing a renewed vigour in complete honesty? The heart took a moment to reflect on what had just dawned upon it. Slowly and sensibly grasping the inflow of wisdom, it realized that wearing one’s heart on one’s sleeve shouldn’t be limited to moments of dejection and exasperation, but the baton should be passed on to moments of indebtedness and exhilaration.
