Happiness. It’s totally subjective how one defines it. It wasn’t ever compulsory to coincide, as I’ve mentioned before, that the realities vary with each individual, each book. But it’s also been seen how people tend to escape from the touch of real happiness in life… Ever wondered what keeps them away?
Just give it a thought!
You’ve been fed with values that define the track for your rail to move on. But what about the scenery of the surroundings being missed? The rail just goes on and on, it hardly stops, before the stops declared “mandatory” by the programmer himself. What about the desire that the heart seeks in order to find its sanctity?
The wise say, those sceneries and desire of those are mere Infatuations from letting you reach the destination in time.
But the actuality says (mind you, not the reality!), neither are you aware of the time limit, nor are you sure of the destination to exist at all!!! And so aren’t you sure for the track to be free enough that you make it there straight. There could be one big obstacle that ends it all, sooner than you realise!
Moreover, as you keep on going without quenching the thirst of that miserable heart, the train gets heavier with the luggage named “Regrets”
What meaning does that leave for one to lead such a life? Ask yourself.
If you can afford to miss out on all those sceneries and haults that were worth a watch and live a life much “suppressed” by your own values, then it hardly makes any sense.
And mind you! Even the destinations are as subjective as the realities. They always vary. And the much they vary, the much they pose a chance for you to enjoy the stay.
Now, you are bound to stick to the predefined track, how will you take the hault?
That’s where the title came from. The Leap…
It’s the love that you bear for taking that hault to fill the journey with much needed fuel that keeps you going and unload the regrets… Set yourself free!!! Being bound was always an option.
The ones who choose to break the code, live it to their fullest.
The burdened, on the other hand, are least living…
It was never the haults that haunted you to take that leap, but the fears that followed to make a comeback to the convention.
Take that leap. No matter what. The track will be ever going, the load is only meant to increase with each passing day…
It’s the love for yourself that fuels the courage to do so. Show that love to yourself. The moment would never arrive, you yourself are the moment. The moment you realise it, will be the moment of realisation and you are sure to feel the difference…