Am i a prisoner of my thoughts or its owner?

As I sit back and wonder if I am a master or a prisoner of my thoughts, I realize that sometimes I control what I think and at other times my thoughts over power me and are responsible for my life’s actions. The quality of our thoughts in turn depend on the people who surround us. These people may either elevate us or pull us down thus eventually impacting the progression of our lives.

For instance, at times of uncertainty if we surround ourselves with people who elevate us, we tend to achieve things beyond our capacity.. Yet a lot of people around us are mostly negative . be it due to their jealousies or fears they would not want you to do things just cos they will not be able to do it.

As written in the book ‘Secret’ by Rhonda Byrne, 'our thoughts become things'. There is an illustration of thoughts materializing into things wherein a person imagines having a feather with a particular pattern on it. One day as he is about to enter his office building, he stumbles upon exactly the same feather. Such is the power of thought.

When we want good things to happen to us, we must attract them by thinking that it is already a part of our lives.

Similarly if we brood over unwanted things, we are in turn  attracting them into our lives thus allowing bad things to happen to us.

Lastly let go of unwanted things and think of only positive things thus making our lives better.

‘It takes but one positive thought when given a chance to survive and thrive an entire army of negative thoughts’

Gonna miss you baby :(

                                            (picture courtesy Raj )

Having been a part of our lives for almost 20 years, you have embarked on a new journey of life today .It is said that humans these days are more attached to material comforts than other humans and I don’t mind being a part of the herd in your case. We have been through the life’s journey together and there is no one in the family who has not traveled in you 

When your new owner came looking for dad we dint know he had come for you. In a few minutes, dad came in and declared that ‘you were ready to go’ . He had held onto you like his dear friend. Though he had driven more luxurious ones, we could say he was too fond of you to let go. He said only one thing after his small ‘talk’ with the guy- “Today am letting go my Lakshmi”. Don’t know if he feels the same the day he marries off his daughters 

I couldn’t bear to see you being taken away so I went to the small-house (as we generally call it) on the pretext of ironing the clothes.  All I could hear was the guy trying to bring you to life and that you wouldn’t budge. After some time I came out only to see the empty space where you stood . I rushed inside and told mom that you were gone. She had a smile on her face as she told me that you were standing outside.  I rushed back to check if you were there and that was when dad asked the keys of access and bro’s Yamaha. By the time I returned with the keys, dad was not to be seen. I stood near the gate to get the last glimpse of you and saw the tow vehicle arrive to take you away, afar from our lives.

Tears started pouring in yet I kept staring at you till I couldn’t see you anymore. Then dad came and said ‘she’s gone forever’. Inside the house, mom was looking at you through the kitchen window and as I went in all she said was- ‘see her going away in pride’. I could just feel the pain she had. 

Now after returning from office, I don’t get to see a grey Premier Padmini standing near the gate eagerly waiting for the house-mates to return after their day’s work 

You still remain in our hearts today and will be forever. <3 you

P.S. This was written almost an year ago but posted now