Inspiration

Getting up each morning involves us getting up with a new hope, a new desire to make something different. We yearn for a magical canary to sing a song telling us about different colors of life. We keep on struggling to find a new path among the current of time. The thought of what shaped our yesterday and what is yet to come keeps us tangled in a huge thread ball of thoughts. But we often forget to remember that we are not trapped in the yarn of our thoughts as captives.

Each sunset, each oncoming night fall, is a message of its own that we are all very much alive. The broken shards of glass that we feel cutting our feet are not there anymore. We are clinging on to hurt so bad that we fail to see the inspiration behind the tiny things in life. Praying helps us find our way back to these meaningful aspects of life. Bit by bit, we recall our happy moments and find strength through each prayer. A remnants of our own journey in each prayer is an inspiration on its own. We soon find that we should not allow challenges to overwhelm us and that all elements such as fear, anxiety and worry that detract us from accomplishing our dreams are a creation of our own selves. Soon enough, our hearts get whipped up with an inspiration to do well, to break all barriers withholding us, to get rid of chains shackling our progress, to proclaim the world with our strength, to help others cross the rivers of doubt like we did, to put a smile on someone’s face. The inspiration generated by prayers gets revitalized with every prayer like a contagious pandemic.