ART OF LIVING – PART ONE

My life is my voice!

Life is an art and we all are a part of it , when we paint we decide the colors from our heart like that we decorate our life with the colors chosen by us , sometimes it’s a single color and sometimes it’s the mixture of many colors , which define our life perfectly. We decorate our life as per our wish, but always we can’t decorate our as per our wish, sometimes we unknowingly sprinkle the waters over the art we made with lots of love from heart, which spoil our arts completely within few second, I mean what we want or what we wants to do, it always doesn’t works – sometimes something happen without our interest still we life as we compromise with our life. Compromise arises when you start living with your faulty luck. sometimes I ask myself if I didn’t do this in past then I’d live a perfect life , but life always doesn’t come with instruction , the time flow is so rapid even we want we can’t catch it even edit or modify our faulty periods. Sometimes I feel if I did not enter into writing career or blog career then my life would be much easier, then in the next moment I feel , No! Writing is my voice , it’s my unique identity , it gave me a platform share my view my ideas ,  I should feel an utter disgust of life, and long ere this a bullet would have freed me from this humiliating folly if I didn’t chose to start writing or blog writing. Within 3 years I am with half serious rhetoric and youthful enthusiasm, encouraging myself to proceed with my own writing work. Writing is a pure form of art , I may poor in literature (I am not saying my school and college marks says) still I encourage all- Let us ever devote ourselves to our art, which, being more powerful than all nations, crowns, or rulers, holds, in virtue of its glorious diadem, eternal sway over the whole universe. When people laugh at me saying I am extremely introvert personality due to my writing style , I say to them – you can call me anything , I don’t have any problem with anyone else but I don’t going to stop writing , writing is my voice which is heard by many. I may face problem , may my dreams become like dreams due to my openness before society or before whole world , I don’t care but I feel a kind of peace deep inside me .

Life is like a flower we all are attracted by the beauty of life style, which force us to change ourselves. In the flower of my early womanhood, though possessed of beauty, wit, and talent, I try to shake the world for the sake of my art, like an ascetic in the desert: I immersed myself in my solitude. I bury myself in my art of living where beauty act as a major role it is the only way to evade unhappiness,"We all are run after Pride, pride is nothings, and it’s the fragmented of the flower for which she loved by all from birds to human. Pride makes up for all things, if there be only a broad enough foundation for it.  Pride is love , pride is feeling yourself superior , No doubt  I like to be as generous as the richest, as happy as a lover, as sensuous as those who give up their lives to pleasure , But in the meanwhile I covet neither riches, nor love, nor pleasures .

Sometimes I ask myself - Do as I do, break from the outside world, and live like solitary crap. There is at the present moment such a great gulf fixed between myself and the rest of the world, that I oft- times experience a feeling of astonishment when I hear even the most ordinary and natural things, there are certain gestures, certain intonations of the voice, which fill me with surprise, and there are certain silly things which nearly make me giddy.

Even in moments of overwhelming passion I try to encourage myself  by saying - I am above my personal happiness  , my passion , hobbies are my TRUE LOVER who neither leave me alone nor cheat me ever. The import principle of Life art is —I respect myself. May whole world treat you as evil?"

The art of living says – I am more powerful than others , I can’t limit myself due to others opinion of others who don’t know what I am and who I am . I experienced in my own life, the destructive power of my over-sharpened, analytically disposition. I analyze myself and others “I am always anatomizing and whenever I at last succeed in finding something, which all men consider pure and beautiful, but is it the actual reality which hide within the successful life style then I shake my head and smile, whatever may be – I going to live my life in purist form let others do what they want, their opinion can’t change my life but can change me. in the conclusion I got to know –my life is charity, partly, may be, out of compassion, out of pity, or from horror of suffering and sordidness, but also out of egotism; for the chief motive of my action is the desire to acquire the right to say to myself: I have done good; there are very few people like me; I respect myself more than other."  

The art of living says Conclusion– one day we all buried in one graveyard which we all forget that’s why we all suffer from the disease like discrimination , jealousy and hate etc which easily transfer from one body to another.  That’s why from today I have decided to live my life fullest , keep rest in REST . I am trying to engaging my soul with Love which search one caring heart and it can be anyone, In simple word - Yes ! I am ready for Love and Live fullest. I am moving forward towards my destination ,Now My soul is filled with emotions, till then unknown, and upon it there flamed forth like summer light. In this strange , unknown world we all need each other to move forward , It just like we are in queue and we push one another to rise above. I am one last one in the queue who is trying to push other to rise so that I can rise in my life. I need friends and love in my life , can’t live like the lonely in this strange world , I believe no longer this world will be strange and unknown world for me . I gonna make it mine , I gonna win the hearts , I gonna win the heart of old people , mothers , fathers , sisters , brothers and rest all. I am way to make myself a different person. now  In vain I gather my strength ; my life gonna be fine , everything gonna be all right. Everything disturbs and upsets me in past , now I gonna resolve all.  In the presence of my haters, I can still control myself now, but when I am alone I often burst into such senseless, spasmodic tears that I think I am going to die from them. In the next moment I feel like I am nit alone  , my whole world is with me to listen me and understand me , One hope alone sustains me, that soon I shall be parted from life, and that I shall surely find no other existence that might be still more painful. . . . No, no ! Enough of misery ! ''

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This is my article based on ART OF LIVING – Part One , this is my different kind of article than rest. Hope you all like my work . I promise I’ll not share my dream or my plan issue with world until I touch the feet of  first step of success .As I gotta know from my past experience – when ever I write anything about my DREAM – MY DREAM BECAME LIKE DREAM. That’s why finally I decided not to write anything about my dream but through this article I’ll share my life and my life views  . I BELIEVE “WORK SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS”