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रुक कर अपना ही इंतिज़ार किया

Many times 
On your path 
I have 
And waited 
for my own self.

Gulzar (via honeyandelixir)

Even though you may want to move forward in your life, you may have one foot on the brakes. In order to be free, we must learn how to let go. Release the hurt. Release the fear. Refuse to entertain your old pain. The energy it takes to hang onto the past is holding you back from a new life. What is it you would let go of today?

Mary Manin Morrissey (via secretlyavenue)

ਤਰੱਕੀ ਧੂੜਾਂ ‘ਚੋਂ ਹੀ ਨਿਕਲਦੀ ਹੈ|
ਸੋਨਾ ਮਿੱਟੀ ‘ਚ ਹੀ ਰਲਿਆ ਹੁੰਦੈ |
~ ਰਾਣੀਤੱਤ

I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is related only to objects and not to individuals, or to life. That art is something which is specialized or which is done by experts who are artists. But couldn’t everyone’s life become a work of art? Why should the lamp or the house be an art object, but not our life?

From the idea that the self is not given to us, I think there is only one practical consequence: we have to create ourselves as a work of art.

Michel Foucault (via nemophilies)