I read somewhere that if we think of three positive things that happened to us everyday, it will help us immensely. Then think about why they happened. Then, how it could make you feel positive.
1. Received a box of laddus.
Why? An acquaintance got a baby, so he decided that everyone who he knows should get these ghee-soaked balls stuffed with dry fruit with silver waraq on them. How did he get a baby? It probably had to do with those laddus. Maybe not.
How will it make me feel positive? Good question. I have a sweet tooth, so it satiated one aspect of me, one of my senses.
2. The power went off.
Why? Something must have tripped. It was not dark then, so one could just imagine the non-existence of light. By evening the weather is not that bad, so you don’t need artificial breeze.
How will it make me feel positive? In the natural positivity of no power, you look for candles, torches and the sense of touch. You listen to silence. Or you don’t. But you know you are listening or not listening.
3. Made a decision to cut my hair short.
Why? I am sick of looking at the same me. I am radical in my ideas, but it is the standard waist-length rubbish for years, sometimes a bit longer…
How will it make me feel positive? If the old has worked well for me, then I must rid myself of vanity. If it is bad, then isn’t it time I did something about it?
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I have written a whole load of crap, but positive thinking is about not letting negativity get close to you or affect you. For someone like me the latter is tough, so I need to keep away. I defend myself with numbness and cover myself in a cocoon of clouds which no thunder and lightening can pierce through.
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I look long. At the moon. The moon that can change. The way. Tides move. It looks yellow. Like a jaundiced eye. Not white. Like a naked sky. Night strays. Howls away. I yelp. For help. The moon turns. Its face. To reveal its dark side. And mine.
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The dark side of the moon – Pink Floyd