Came across the quote : Trust is like a paper, once crumpled it can't be perfect.
Was thinking about it whole day so much that decided to put it on the blog, after 2 years almost, huh.
So how true is that. The whole universe is working smoothly just because there is trust.
We trust the Sun that its going to rise every day.
We trust the sky that its going to make it rain every year.
We trust our heart that its going to beat every moment.
We trust our mother that she is going to love us every moment.
We trust our spouse that her/his heart is only beating for me every moment.
We trust our doctor that he/she is going to prescribe us the right medicine.
We trust god that he will always keep us happy, healthy and wealthy even though we don't know where/how/what he/she/it is.
So what happens when the paper gets crumpled, the trust gets broken.
OMG how can this happen? OMG how can he/she do that ?
Nature breaks the trust of humans, results are :Tsunami, Earthquake, Floods etc.
Human breaks the trust of nature, results are : air, noise, water pollution etc.
Our body breaks our trust, results are : cough, cold, fever, cancer, aids etc.
Doctor breaks trust of patience, results are : prolonged disease, physical deformity, death etc.
Person breaks trust of other person, results are : fight, robbery, break up, divorce, murder etc.
God breaks our trust, results are all of the above and many more.
Nothing is permanent in this world and nor is The Trust. But there is always an exception, and that exception is Love.
Do we stop loving the nature after a natural disaster.
Do we stop loving our body just because we had/have fever, cough, cold, or even cancer and aids.
Do we stop trusting doctors just because they couldn't save our relative.
Do we stop loving the person so close to our heart who broke our trust, crumpled the paper.
Do we stop loving god.
No we don't. Its our nature. We don't have option but to Love.
The paper has a big list of expectations written at the top of it in Bold, and since those expectations are not fulfilled we don't want to read it anymore and so we crumple it by ourselves and throw it at the corner of our heart.
But we forget that at back of the paper there are so many beautiful poems written in the form of memories which either we agree or not will continue to cherish our lives and the smile on our lips while remembering those memories is nothing but a form of love :-)
For all those who are at the other side of the story. Means those who are the reason for crumpling the paper, hurting someone. If you feel the pinch/guilt for what you have done, let it be there. It is good for you. The pinch will make sure that you don't repeat your mistake again.
And be sure that if you pour your heart with unconditional love and infinite patience, then even more beautiful poems will be written on the next uncrumpled paper.
Life is not just one paper, its a diary of many ironed and crumpled papers. It's up to you to either throw away 1 crumpled paper or to start writing new melodies on the next one. Love doesn't end with a few wrinkles, it grows even stronger with each page.
Was thinking about it whole day so much that decided to put it on the blog, after 2 years almost, huh.
So how true is that. The whole universe is working smoothly just because there is trust.
We trust the Sun that its going to rise every day.
We trust the sky that its going to make it rain every year.
We trust our heart that its going to beat every moment.
We trust our mother that she is going to love us every moment.
We trust our spouse that her/his heart is only beating for me every moment.
We trust our doctor that he/she is going to prescribe us the right medicine.
We trust god that he will always keep us happy, healthy and wealthy even though we don't know where/how/what he/she/it is.
So what happens when the paper gets crumpled, the trust gets broken.
OMG how can this happen? OMG how can he/she do that ?
Nature breaks the trust of humans, results are :Tsunami, Earthquake, Floods etc.
Human breaks the trust of nature, results are : air, noise, water pollution etc.
Our body breaks our trust, results are : cough, cold, fever, cancer, aids etc.
Doctor breaks trust of patience, results are : prolonged disease, physical deformity, death etc.
Person breaks trust of other person, results are : fight, robbery, break up, divorce, murder etc.
God breaks our trust, results are all of the above and many more.
Nothing is permanent in this world and nor is The Trust. But there is always an exception, and that exception is Love.
Do we stop loving the nature after a natural disaster.
Do we stop loving our body just because we had/have fever, cough, cold, or even cancer and aids.
Do we stop trusting doctors just because they couldn't save our relative.
Do we stop loving the person so close to our heart who broke our trust, crumpled the paper.
Do we stop loving god.
No we don't. Its our nature. We don't have option but to Love.
The paper has a big list of expectations written at the top of it in Bold, and since those expectations are not fulfilled we don't want to read it anymore and so we crumple it by ourselves and throw it at the corner of our heart.
But we forget that at back of the paper there are so many beautiful poems written in the form of memories which either we agree or not will continue to cherish our lives and the smile on our lips while remembering those memories is nothing but a form of love :-)
For all those who are at the other side of the story. Means those who are the reason for crumpling the paper, hurting someone. If you feel the pinch/guilt for what you have done, let it be there. It is good for you. The pinch will make sure that you don't repeat your mistake again.
And be sure that if you pour your heart with unconditional love and infinite patience, then even more beautiful poems will be written on the next uncrumpled paper.
Life is not just one paper, its a diary of many ironed and crumpled papers. It's up to you to either throw away 1 crumpled paper or to start writing new melodies on the next one. Love doesn't end with a few wrinkles, it grows even stronger with each page.
