All a writer needs is inspiration and never aspiration

Writers are a different community altogether. They are above the common theorems and general theories of the world. This is because they are always meant to lead and not to follow. Whenever a writer have something in mind, he pens it down for others to read and be aware about a particular situation and the various outcomes revolving around a decision. When others wander aimlessly in the world, an author makes it sure to never limit his potential by the materialistic aims and objectives. An author’s potential is unlimited. He knows if he works on the right path, he can even shake mountains, make or break faith and influence almost anyone on this planet.

Authors are a dynamic species. While everyone on this planet strives for excellence and success, writers just wish to get inspired to create their master piece. The worldly success never means much to them. It is the fear to remain uninspired that takes toll of their happiness. Many a times a writer himself/herself is unable to understand this fact, but all he/she needs is their share of inspiration for an inspired writer can make the whole world smile.

It has happened several times with me too when I am in a misconception that I am unhappy due to lack of success in my endeavors. But when I introspected my own personality, I found out this enlightening fact that all a writer needs is inspiration and never strives for aspiration.

A writer just wants that in his life, he remains always inspired to work more and more, instead of getting success and riches. It is a way of life away from materialism. A writer can never be materialistic and a materialistic can never be a writer in real sense. Writing in itself is a meditation and to meditate one needs to calm down first.

Many a times a writer falls prey to materialism and starts aspiring to get great successes. But a real writer understands that writing is not about being successful, it is about being inspired for a lifetime to work more and more…

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Life... the eternal journey

Either Run!! Walk, if cant run… Crawl, if cant walk… Because stopping at a point will never give direction.. But moving would surely lead to solutions….. Life is constantly moving. It gives new experiences each single day. It is never the same. It is never constant. Life is a process and we are meant to perform the process in synchronization of its speed else we would be left behind somewhere. There is no point of stopping midway in life thinking of the past experiences as we have very less time in our hands to take the right decision that can turn our future bright. If we keep on hooked to the moments that are gone, we ourselves are freeing lesser space for more to come in future. Human brain is vast but it has the tendency to think over a particular issue at a time. If we keep on feeding it with redundant and obsolete data, surely it would decrease our efficiency as a person to work upon our development and success. Never stop, yes it is alright to halt for a momen

Gore haathon me mehandi ka rang hai gehra.... Laage hai ab pyar karne waalon ka aane wala hai waqt sunahara... Ek ek pal ab lagne laga hai thehara thehera.... Ab to bas saanson par hai ek bas yaar ke naam ka pehra... Aa jaye bas ab wo pal jab milein pyar karne waale do dil.... Waqt ko bhagao jaldi kaho yar ko ab jaldi se aa mil Aane ko hi ab hai raat milan ki... Khatam hone ko hi hain ab ghadiyaan sabar ki... Aayega jab yaar tab aayegi suhaani bahaar Milega aakhirkaar tootkar chaha hua wo pyar Jeewan mein fir ek naya savera hoga Khushiyon ka subah shaam fir zindagi mein basera hoga... -Anmol

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