Friday, December 30, 2011

Of New Years & Hope

William Shakespeare once said:

"The miserable have no other medicine but only hope."

            Within the next few days, it will be the fifth year since I started my weekly Facebook and blog notes. 336 notes accompanied by love letters and poems at the end of it, has been sourced of inspiration for many people from all walks of life throughout the world. And for that period of times, I had learned a very important lesson in my life. That is once you choose hope, anything is possible.

           A new year is always a sweet time to start a new chapter of your life. Never try to imitate others life entering this new year. There will never be anyone else like you in the future of the universe. There has never been anyone exactly like you since human life began. That’s why being yourself is more important than anything else; certainly more than the fear that traps people into conforming.

            Even the Bible and Al-Quran says it. Jesus & Muhammad urged his followers to be like salt; to spice up the world with new ideas. He didn’t tell them to keep their heads down and do whatever their “betters” amongst the Romans and the Quraisy told them. You don’t start a new religion by fitting in. Today’s religious leaders are nearly all arch-conservatives, so we forget what radical non-conformists people like the Buddha, Jesus, and Mohammed were during their lives. 

             Being who and what you are is the most natural thing there is. To suppress it, whether through fear, yielding to social pressure, or lack of confidence always leads to trouble. That’s why millions of people today lead lives of frustration and desperation. They denied who they are in the hope that the powers that be would reward them. Their reward was mediocrity, depression and a nagging sense that life like that is scarcely worth living.

              There may be a cost. Some people, even some friends, will disapprove of you as you truly are and will let you know it. There will be setbacks along the way. Yet the price for being yourself can never be as great as the price you will pay for stepping aside from your basic nature: a price paid in frustration, dissatisfaction, and the hopeless realization of all that you might have been, but now can never attain. 
               Take up the challenge. Be whatever nature designed you to be. Never mind whether you face disapproval from those who lack the courage to follow the same route. Conformity has very little to recommend it. Trust yourself and trust others. Our world has so little trust even a little more is precious. If you can’t trust who you are—the naturally valuable, curious, interesting, and exciting person you were born to be—why should anyone else trust you?

              Mediocrity and inner frustration are the true price of conforming. Only those with the courage openly to live their dreams can ever hope to find lasting satisfaction with their lives. And perhaps a groovy kind of love is just around the corner for you in this new year.

             Happy New Year my friends! May the new year bring together lots of luck to you and your loved ones!


To you whom I haven't met yet, for no particular reason, sometimes I believe that love is funny. It is the thing that enables a woman to sing while she mops up the floor after her husband has walked across it in his barn boots, with dirt all over the places.

Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old. Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence. And that is the reason why I wrote 336 letters to you even though I haven't met you yet.

A man in love is like a flower in winter, sounds impossible but sweet as it sounds. On a cloudy night, when nothing seems above, still, there is love.  Always love.  For something, from someone.  It's never done.  Never. And that's why I never gave up on finally met you in the year 2012.

I learned the real meaning of love.  Love is absolute loyalty.  People fade, looks fade, but loyalty never fades.  You can depend so much on certain people, you can set your watch by them.  And that's love, even if it doesn't seem very exciting.

Until then, put in your heart the fact that I had fallen in love you way before we knew each other. It has been 5 years and 336 letters but still, I won't give up on searching for you, my other half of the sky.

Love means nothing in tennis, but it's everything in my life.

With love,

The Half Moon Serenades.

30th of December 2011.

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