Amidst the ocean of hate and
antipathy spread across the globe, the only place where you find solace is among
loved ones. The fault is in us who look for reasons for melancholy and to the
worse we quest after it. We have forgotten to live merrily and engage into
moments of mirthful activity. I mean look at our news papers and media, all
spreading fear and useless concerns. The sense of optimism is almost invisible
in our environment. Where has the world come to? Is life actually full of
misery?
I have a different point of view
about it. I am that kind of a person who invents optimism out of the slightest
chance possible. I do not lose my hope till the last door is closed which has
made me a hot topic of criticism on multiple occasion. But again, I am what I am.
Finding optimism and positivity, in my opinion, is an art that transforms a
noise into music. All you need is to shoo away negative thoughts and sow the
seeds of positivity. To some what may seem a dungeon, one might consider it an adventurous
place. When you no choice left, the best practice to avoid boredom and monotonous
life is thinking right and positive.
This reminds me of my dog named
Rangdaar. This name is a colloquial for a goon in hinterland of Bihar. Rangdaar
justified his name with a bold and heavy barking, and his heavy and daunting
look. I remember people running for life just by its mild woof. I always felt
safe while it was around and tagged it along wherever I went. On one particular
summer I was visiting a neighboring village with Rangdaar where it was not
welcomed pleasantly by local dogs. Rangdaar was attacked suddenly and it being
outnumbered by almost half a dozen to one, struggled extremely hard to survive
the battle. By the time humans intervened, a lot of blood was already spilled. While other
dogs were in tatters, Rangdaar also didn't look in good shape. On close observation,
I found that its head was heavily attacked and brain was quite exposed. The scene
wasn't pleasant. I had tears I my eyes and so was Rangdaar.
People there passed a verdict
which I rubbished out straight away. They said that chances of Rangdaar to
survive were negligible. I had this belief in myself and Rangdaar that it would
survive this almost fatal attack. I carried it back home as much as I could and demanded
my father for the best treatment possible. Doctors were worried as well but I had
that splinter of positivity burning. With lots of sleepless nights and extreme
caring, finally Rangdaar was a goon again.
This incident has always given me
strength to stay optimistic and fight any situation possible. It is when the
whole tunnel is dark; the only path that leads you to that most coveted silver
lining across the tunnel is optimism. Whenever positivity in life is mentioned,
it reminds me of Housing as this
follows the same principle when it comes to professionalism.
As the most intelligent species
on the planet, we must strive to find positivity in the slightest thing
possible. In our fast moving life, we tend to ignore the smile of a kid, the
rustling of a falling leaf, the melody of water currents and numerous other
paltry stuff which if otherwise enjoyed can bring tons of optimism, happiness
and positivity.
Let you yourself define and dominate the
situation rather than it being defining or dominating you. B positive is just
not a blood group. Remember this. J
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