Have you looked into the eyes...

Of a child rebuked,
Up at you they innocently look,
A solemn promise...
I'll never fail you again,
A firm determination...
I'll make up for transgression,
A plaintive cry...
Take me in your arms,
Let bygones be.

Of a mother who must part,
From the little one she does,
Hold so near to her heart,
An outpouring of love...
Sweetie, this is for all the time I'll not be here,
A welling up of tears...
The pain of parting with a piece of my heart,
A glimmer of hope...
A brighter future awaits,
When I'll be with my child again.

Of someone who holds you dear,
When they've been hurt by you,
Complete and utter sadness...
Being let down by one I trusted,
A steely resolve...
I'll never trust you again,
A resigned acceptance...
Perhaps you were not the friend I expected you to be.

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It is rightly said that the eyes do talk...they shout out our true feelings, and utter that which our brain doesn't permit our mouth to speak.

Of goals and the fickle heart

Once upon a time, in a city not so far away, there lived a child. Now, this child, as all other children do, had dreams - dreams that were bigger than his frame. Each night, he'd fall off to sleep, snuggled up in the warm comfort of his blanket, thinking of fulfilling them. He dreamed of growing up and becoming just like his dad. Those were the days...

Time passed, and this child grew up into a find young lad. He went to school and made great friends. He told them of his dreams, and learned about theirs in return. He listened to his teachers. They taught him of wonderful things. His knowledge of the world around him increased, and he, now dreamt of becoming a great //insert appropriate teenage dream here.

College arrived as a breath of fresh air for the young man. He interacted with people who shared the same interests as him and learnt of their take on life - of what these brilliant people thought for the future, and, surprise, surprise, his dreams changed again. He now dreamed of becoming a successful //insert appropriate career dream here.

The point I wish to drive home from this coming of age tale? The heart is fickle indeed. What we want now is bound to change in the future. Perhaps that's what life is - a journey of discovery. We expand our horizons, we change. We come in contact with people, we change. We have varied experiences, we change. Now this might go against some stuff that's been written here in the previous pages, (but then that's testimony to the correctness of what I'm writing now :)), but, it would seem that holding onto a pristine goal that you'd like to accomplish is folly. We CHANGE, and so do our goals,  our dreams, our hopes and our aspirations. Being too hung up on just one dream, all throughout life, and following it come what may, is not necessarily the best way to live life.

A life without any goals would just drift away indeed and so we do (and should) set goals for ourselves. We should work towards them diligently, no doubt, but, also, a large portion of life's experiences come from not worrying/thinking too much about the future, and, just living the present. If a goal is not aligning with where we currently stand, then so be it.

Rather than fitting your life around the goals, fit the goals around your life.