A festive atmosphere is surely up in the air as soon as we meet with Pohela Falgun and Valentines' Day. Amidst every post maybe mine wouldn't stand a chance, but the little hope of mixing with varieties and yet holding the light still, is what eventually matters, I believe.
The joyous overdose of noise mixed with melody is soothing to many but such can be a poison to others. While you are mixed in your own gallery of thought, it is wise to let it be and let the chaos deem and have their share of it while you work with yours in between them all.
A sacrifice from here and then a sacrifice from there, maybe it is all about growing oneself to adjustments. Maybe it is the way things are going to be, or maybe it is the way things are meant to follow.
The grabbing noise may be wild and energize a few souls, whereas it may pull others to bore. While having the power to be in it or not to be, maybe is the true goal. Instead of being philosophical, let me share a story:
Festive atmosphere in the air
It was the night of the festival when chaos wasn't unheard, every light bloomed in the sky, every person decorated at their best approval, what remained in my room was silence and darkness. I was covered with my paintings of joy, sorrow, and melodies, but they did not call to me. No one sat here talking to me about my days, no one approving of the many portraits I create. The approval is always temporary. What should I do, do I throw them down? I do pull my blanket and lie in my comfortable bed and let my mind rest in peace.
As my vision starts to settle, I see a room filled with my paintings, of joy, sorrow, and melodies, but the room was decorated and the lightings gave an impression to my paintings. Each painting glowed like never before. It was a moment of the festive atmosphere inside my small dark room and I was covered in blanket-like-warmth; wearing a cushioned jacket. There were no people, it was just me and my paintings, but the glory and moment that I shared then with them caressed my soul and gave me warmth.
My dream breaks as the festive atmosphere outside my window started to become more intimate. I looked across my room, and my phone rang. The room was dark and my paintings were hidden in the darkness. My friends called to let me know that they are coming over within an hour. I glanced at my room, and I knew what to do.
The grabbing noise may be wild and energize a few souls, whereas it may pull others to bore. While having the power to be in it or not to be, maybe is the true goal.
--//THE END//--
May your days of festive atmosphere never leave you alone.
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