While you glance at these lines at this very second, look at your life for one second and see how sophesticated and magical it is. Stop hunting for the next hidden door that will bring you to your true life. This very second is the representation of your life. It’s all condensed in this one second. No, it’s not in your plans for tonight or your long term plan for the next decade. No, it was not in the last year or any experience you had yesterday evening or even let’s say, not in any experiences from your childhood memories. When you glance at your old photographs and memories, that’s not it. Even if it is all of those things. And add to it all of your future expectations. Put in your plans, investments, objectives, and desires. But what you really have is this very second you are experiencing. It doesn’t change if you’re reading this on a flight in Denmark or if you’re sipping a tea in a small village, or concluding the next assignment at your desk, or reading this on your phone now, always remember that you’re experiencing life through this very second. And it’s all what you have. Let’s fill it with gratefulness & a mindset to enable us to live in the moment, truly experiencing it. All the noise and hustle and bustle around it is not worth your time.
Author: Ajmal
keep going
Sometimes it feels that nothing remarkable is occurring in your life, while the rest of the world appears to be on a perpetual vacation in beautiful, unusual, foreign places. So you go about your life, day after day, week after week, month after month, with the same sense of inadequacy and ordinariness.
But I implore you to keep going, whatever, face each day front on, silently, acceptingly, calmly, and occasionally, suddenly, unexpectedly, and miraculously, something good will happen, making all the dismal days seem absolutely okay.
art | Maker
The beauty of a skillfully crafted product reflects the beauty of the craftsmanship. The beauty of the craftsmanship alludes to the beauty of the name, which was the root of the craftsmanship. The beauty of the name of the craftsman’s art speaks to the beauty of the craftsman’s traits reflected in that art. The beauty of man’s being, fashioned as he is in the loveliest of forms, indicates the existence of the Maker, while the reality that, along with his extensive powers, entrenched in that finest of forms, he soon declines and dies, demonstrates the existence of the resurrection. As you read these lines on the blog, pause for a moment, and ponder on the transitory nature of our existence. Are we truly racing after things that matter when we know that life’s too short? As I read somewhere, the most effective approach to recalibrate perspective is to conceive of today as your last day and look at the world from a wider perspective. Be a bird.
be a bird
This is another scenario where I read or watch something related to a recent notion that has been on my mind. I was reading and pondering recently about giving someone or something my whole attention rather than engaging in undue multitasking. I’m used to completing many activities at once, especially at work and in other settings, and I consider it to be productive. But there are moments when we need to slow down. I’ve been thinking a lot about paying entire attention to discussions and interactions since my child entered my life. We live in a world of distractions and two-minute attention spans. So Jordyn Dunseath’s intriguing video was an ace to the point. Keep an eye on it. (It just takes three minutes.)
She narrates”Be a bird. See from the bird’s eye view. See the big picture. Look, the earth is big and it’s beautiful. The details of life do matter, and yes, and it can get hard , but take a step back sometimes to find what you are grateful for. Drop the unnecessary responsibilites you put on yourself. Sometimes, when life feels so chaotic, the easiest change you can make is your perspective. Be reminded of the birds. Do not worry about your life, what you would eat, what you would drink, your body, what you’ll wear. Look at the birds in the air. They do not sew or reap or store away in barns, yet Almighty feeds them. Can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? ”
Arriving on time, This was what I wanted to hear. As in the prophet’s stories, “If you trusted on Almighty as He should be relied on, He would make provision for you as He does for the birds.’ They leave hungry in the morning and return full in the evening.” I seek for the times when I can hold this mindset with me and see everything from a wider perspective. The sense of relaxation and clarity it provides is simply astonishing. Friends, may God bless you!
I appreciate you taking the time to read the post.
the eager little learner
After all these years, it’s the little things that still make me smile I was going through some old files the other day, cleaning up and archiving documents from over the years. It always amazes me what you rediscover in such exercises. Buried between report cards from school and college was a small, well-worn book that immediately brought a wide grin to my face – my copy of “Animal Babies”. This book was given to me back in UKG, around 1995, by my teachers at a small convent school in a very rural area of Kerala. I had been recognized as the most hardworking student that year. Even at such a young age, their acknowledgment and appreciation meant the world to me. This tiny book, filled with colorful images and facts about baby animals, was their gift to commemorate that. Opening its pages after over two decades took me right back to being that eager little learner, soaking in every new piece of knowledge. The years may have passed but the joy of learning has stayed with me. I credit and value those blessed teachers, who saw potential where it wasn’t always obvious, encouraged a thirst for learning through both praise and little rewards. Their investment in students is what drives us to keep striving for more. It was touching to look at my name on the inside cover again. I thought of how I had treasured this book, reading it over and over until it started falling apart at the seams. Yet I never let it go, holding on to both the prize and the memory of the teachers who gave it. Their faith in my ability shaped who I became, pushing me to work conscientiously and never stop challenging myself. Memories and mementos from our childhood can have surprising longevity. As the years blur past, they anchor us to those defining early moments. For me, this little book is a living emblem of how far encouragement can take someone. I hope to pay it forward to younger generations coming up, just as my teachers did for me all those years ago. The Border of a Mind is for them. The same eager little learner is fueling this website and its words and its art. Blessed to have your glance at this post.
triumphing defeat
There isn’t one of us who hasn’t accepted defeat in some capacity. It might be conceived on several levels. What matters is how we perceive and channel adversity. Defeat is just education, the first step toward something greater. Losing is not the worst failure; failing to try is the actual failure. He who is willing to die for a cause is seldom vanquished. He who is used to loss but perseveres will eventually triumph. He who gets used to success and grows apathetic & unethusiastic will eventually fail. Defeat is a school where truth always gets stronger.
weave
“Begin to weave
and
divine will provide the thread “
– Old Proverb
unfathomable
Life is very brief than we think. Living our best life does not simply imply traveling and acquiring expensive goods. It also means living up to our potential, which means doing the things we want to do someday now rather than putting them off for later, taking chances, taking risks, appreciating what we have, surrounding ourself with people who bring out the best in us, discovering new things about ourself, and doing what makes us happy every single day. Living our greatest life is subjective; we all have various definitions, but ultimately, it is about attaining new levels of self-growth and falling in love with life in full awareness that the life is transitory in nature and we won’t be here for long. How do you want to be remembered?
the fleeting dream
For a moment, assume you’re relaxing on the banks of a river on a beautiful spring day. Consider how a gentle wind cools and refreshes the air. Can you hear the gushing water? Can you notice the beautiful blossoms, each more beautiful than the last? Image yourself chatting to a beloved friend while admiring these beauty; imagine yourself inhaling the fresh perfume of the flowers in the air and listening to the pleasant singing of the birds. Imagine you are enjoying all of these feelings when you wake up and find yourself in bed (!). In such a circumstance, you would understand that all you thought was true was, in reality, a dream: a fabrication of your mind that abruptly evaded.
Let us now envision the identical circumstance after you have woken up. Assume you’re chatting to a close friend while taking in the views and sounds of a beautiful river.If you were asked, “which of the two would you prefer?” after having experienced both, you would of course say, “the one after I woke up.” The reason for this is that what happens in our dreams stays in our dreams and does not assist a person in real life. Nobody can really be sad for what he or she has lost in a dream since they know it has no bearing on actual life. No matter how much delight a person receives in a dream, it will never be as pleasurable as when he or she is awake and in the real world. Now, let’s question this “reality”.
In the same manner, this world’s existence is a dream, exceedingly brief and transient in comparison to an afterlife. What makes us so sure that we are currently not in a dream ? When you’re in a dream, you don’t realize that it’s a dream. The life of this world, which seems so real today, will soon come to an end, and your actual, everlasting existence will begin, similar to returning from the realm of the imagination to the real world upon waking from a dream. After our deaths, our “souls” would wake up from this “dream’ of “life”. This is an ultimate truth of this finite life of ours and it is truly magical.
Some of the other chapters from the Ponder Series that you can read on :
> Perceiving Time
> Is it a dream ?
> Ornate Blossoms
> Visual Narrative – Ponder Series
> Reflecting on Shadows
> Stumble over Pebbles
> Ethereal Quality | Petals
> Golden Ratio
> Vision – Pondering on the intricacies
> Ruminating on Bird Nests
> Living Embellishments
> Pondering on Birds
> Perceptions
softer embrace
I hope for those associated with me on any level to live their lives to the fullest, and finest of their abilities. The best pathway in my policy to faciliate it is to never meddle, interfere, dictate, provide unwanted counsel, or help when my skills are not required. If I can assist others, I’ll let them help themselves; and if I can raise or inspire them, I’ll do it by example, gentle inference, and subtle suggestions rather than edict, intrusion into personal spaces and dictation. That is my modest and humble personal philosophy and approach to embarcing life. I want to endeavor to make others feel themselves better & deeper within than they did before they became acquainted with me, both personally and professionally. Much of what you read here would have a lot to do with rediscovering yourself.
