Keep Moving Forward..

Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it.

You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard ya hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward.

That’s how winning is done!

~ Rocky Balboa

(Sylvester Stallone wrote the movie ‘Rocky’ and refused to sell it unless he was given the lead role. He negotiated with the studios for months and refused upto a million dollars insisting he would play the lead even for free. And he did all that while he was living on streets and had to even sell his dog to sustain himself. He finally got the contract but didn’t know the guy whom he had sold his dog at the liquor store. He stood at the liquor store for weeks hoping that the person will walk in some day.And one day he did but he was not ready to give the dog back. Sylvester finally paid 30000 USD to get his dog back for whom he had got just 350 USD from the same man.)

November Sunset..

Where are you, Little (five or six years old) peering from some high window;
at the gold of November sunset
(and feeling: that if day has to become night – this is a beautiful way) ‘

– e.e.cummings

You are like a train in my brain !

तू किसी रेल सी गुज़रती है

मैं किसी पुल सा थरथराता हूँ

एक जंगल है तेरी आँखों में

जिसमें मैं राह भूल जाता हूँ…

Planning the day !

“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”
― E.B. White

I am a lost child..

“Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it’s only because in my dream I’m a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.”

― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

Coming back..

“Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.”

― Virginia Woolf, The Waves