Habits
We don’t aspire to see the different colors. We want to keep our eyes on those gray-scales and currant blacks. Colors keep on emitting in front of the lenses and we keep on covering our eyes with a band of habits. People who have the habit to live within their pleasures of habits are the kind of people who have the vigor to bend an iron rod or to mark a line on a rock.
If a person is perching towards something and aspires to build a castle around it, then the craving of being habitual will endow him. We were told that bad habits leads us to our destruction, we never had the courage to ask “Can you define bad?”
If the great minds would have cared about the jibes thrown away the society then the word “achievement” would have remained as a word , spelled daily some mocking intellectuals.
Stories of the people which inspires us the most but we mark a full stop because of the talks we hear, achievements never come just sitting on the couch with some handful of thoughts of other people. Running after the portraits for which we crave from dusk till dawn play the role of a protagonist in the critics of our success.
What the minds assume and what they pretend to throw at others, a conqueror never cared.
Conqueror believed in the notion,
solo art is a zesty kind of portion.
Bewildering resides in the hollow hands,
A conscientious weed got some trendy plans.
“TRY” this word never leaves us alone, it always pours some blessings, some new people ready to share a bond for the rest of our lives, a hope to carry on with life in a blissful manner and a art which was solo at first but at the last accompanied the most famous hands.
People who try and manage to earn for their living working on their habits are the solar gems of this era and they keep on glowing till eternity.
Be good and be the best version of your bad habits. Essence of pleasure is the gist of elated freedom.
Forechosen vagued senses over humans.
