Sé el dios de las pequeñas cosas !!

Sé el dios de las pequeñas cosas !!

If you’re asking what made me write the heading of this post in Spanish, the probability of getting “nothing” as an answer is almost less than or equal to “1”. Once upon a time in my life, I’d used Google translator very often to reply to some questions asked by one of my buddies in my team. I haven’t asked him “Why Spanish ?” and I hope the same from all. 

And another question that would pop up is, what made me write this post itself and again the probability of getting a distinct answer is the same as I have mentioned earlier. I’m a person who always likes to wander freely in this world as a free bird. I come across many faces during my evening walks and “busy” is the common factor which is visible on each and every face and I convince myself that this is nothing but “Unity in diversity” !!

In my day to day life, I see many, watch many and understand many. Almost all of them don’t have even a single second to spare for their beloved ones, busy, busy and ultimate busy !! I can’t understand if this “busy”ness can provide any sort of happiness for them. If it can, then okay, I do appreciate them for certain. But if it is destroying the reality of a person, then I find no way to be on their side.

What is the point in being like that ?? Work helps for a livelihood, but love is needed for life to get nurtured. Will it give any happiness in working your brain out without shedding a single drop of love from your heart towards your fellow beings ?? A robot is also doing work, but a man is supposed to live !! And that may be the reason why one is known as robot and the other as human. Solving silly problems of your loved ones can give more happiness than sitting overtime and earning a few bucks more. I’ve heard stories about persons who didn’t even attend the phone call of their beloved one without knowing the fact that they were nearing death. I’ve also heard the story of a man who texted his wife an “I love you” for the first time only when his chopper was about to crash. Why they’re paving way to later regrets and repentance when life smiles at them ?

I’ve always thought why people are becoming more and more misers when it comes to sharing their emotions and happiness. Everyone has a pseudo concept that diplomacy is essential for life. Yeah, diplomacy is essential for a living, but not for life. Laugh whole heartedly, believe truly even if you sense a betrayal, apologise immediately even if the fault is not with you. If you feel happy, just go and kiss your mom, dad or siblings. If you’re worried, just take a nap giving your burden to your friend’s shoulders and that will help them love you more and more. If you feel like crying, just hug your love and cry like a child.. These expressions of emotions are the only things that can keep humans united like pearls in a necklace. One can’t understand how deep and blissful that feeling is unless he had left his diplomacy and start living his life.

Life happens only once.. Live it, love it and share it.. That’s the only way to be happy.. At the end, no body will carry with them the worldly treasures he had earned. It’s always good to be with your dear ones at the time of death than being with such earthly belongings and false concepts one has built up during his entire life.. 🙂

“Be the God of small things”.. Play like a kid at the sea shore, take photographs often, feel the happiness when you see a flower smiling.. Keep contacts with your old buddies, appreciate even the minutest things done by your kid, hug your old parents often, say “I love you” to your beloved very frequently.. Smile for them, cry their tears, wipe their worries and live for them.. They are the only ones who can provide you with unconditional love and comfort.. Yeah, be the God of small things, that’s what my title says and this is the message I want deliver to you.. It can make you live long with a mind filled with love and happiness.. Remember, unexpressed feelings are the first things to be torn and trashed.. All the very best for my readers..