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An Escape...

WE ARE RUNNING...CHASING AFTER ALL THAT WE ARE, ALL THAT WE WANT NOW.And meanwhile while running towards a not so clear goal, at times after something we are not even sure of, we never realize how and when we start running from ourselves. We fail to understand why we are doing things against our glory. All we think and want is an escape from our current situation.

But for me an escape is a way to rise. OK maybe sounds a bit melodramatic, RISE and ESCAPE. But once you see it right it definitely makes sense. What exactly is the Escape I am talking about, it doesn't really mean packing your luggage and leaving the house but it means not being able to face a current situation and running from it. What do you do when you are hurt? When things aren't going your way? When your closest one fail to understand you?
Most probably,, CRY.TAKE A WRONG STEP.GET ANGRY AND CRANKY.SHOUT AT PEOPLE.PRACTICE  MASOCHISM.END RELATIONSHIPS.MOST EXTREME, END UP YOUR LIFE.

These are the ways through which we often try to escape, but there is a whole new side to it. We definitely need to get out of the current disturbing element of our life but instead of falling in the black hole of Blame Guilt Depression Self Denial,, we can actually Rise from the situation like a conqueror. It all depends how you perceive things around you. If you are hurt by someone's actions or harsh words, the best way to escape then is to step into their shoes and be empathetic to really understand what made them say or do things which are not apt. If things aren't going the way you want it to be, then probably start thinking that "ALL IZ WELL" because in the end what you manifest in your life is your creation, YOU ARE THE CENTER OF YOUR UNIVERSE, your thoughts indeed attract what you get in life. So choose to be positive and feel positivity and let the great organisational power control your life. If your closest one fails to understand you, don't forget you always have that one person in the whole world, whatever you may choose to call it,GOD, SOUL,ORGANIZING POWER, SPIRIT or whatever, is always there to listen and understand you. You indeed are never alone.

SO FIND YOUR OWN CREATIVE "ESCAPE"... Dance when you feel tensed. Sing out loud your favorite song when life seems messed up. Talk when you are filled up to the brim with hidden things. Share when you need help. Pray and pray some more when you are happy, Be thankful. BE FREE!!

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