My Survival

Might is not just the winner’s right, but it is the right of anyone who finishes the race.” What does it matter when one goes past the finish line? At least we can say that we had a beautiful journey.

Yesterday I was born, today I live on and tomorrow I shall die. It is the path of time, and I attempt not to change it, but to change myself to adhere to it.

So many obstacles have been put in my way; I’ve stumbled, shed tears, yet I’ve never stayed with that fall for long. Its life, surely I’ll get some bumps and bruises.

Understanding is very important too, not of what has brought you down, but about yourself. If I don’t know about me, no one else can know who I am too.

Restrained from my dreams, I have felt subdued; like I could never realize them again. Yet, I’ve moved on, as have my dreams. I’ve never stopped dreaming, for they are my paintings, where I am whoever I want to be.

Vivid colors of life, all I’ve seen. I’ve felt the blues, experienced greens of envy, yellows of joy, reds of anger, calming white… I’ve been there, done that. I know my easel, and my brushstrokes are done accordingly.

In my present, I’ve what I desired. Loving parents, a darling sister, friends who never let go even when I am an inch from death… yeah, I’m very lucky. I’ve some materialistic things too, but they don’t matter as much as these. When I have these, the remaining I can achieve anytime.

Venting the fury gifted by my past on my future doesn’t seem right. I have a beautiful present, so survival in life can be achieved by looking at what I have than what I don’t. I’ll count my blessings and continue on the path ahead.

At each turn I take, each decision that I make, I still expect obstacles. If not for them, what would strengthen me? I’ll take them as they come, jump over or stumble across, but I shall always keep on moving. Little tears, many smiles… I’m happy with where I am, who I am and where I am headed.

Life is full of beauty. I shall enjoy my journey onward, taking it in as I travel. I’m not in any hurry. Time shall befriend me, make me stronger and help me finish. I can, and I will, survive.






Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

18 thoughts on “My Survival

  1. You said it well…I was touched…I was inspired…I was challenged…I admire your courage…and yes….life is beautiful,like that of a colorful rainbow,let us enjoy it andmay the lessons and experiencesof the past, happy or sadbe our inspiration to moveforward and be brave enoughto face what lies aheadwhat is in store for us!A tear fell because you said it so well…have you read my mind? Yes? No. But I guess and I am sure, everyone wants to survive this way!Thanks for sharing your genuine thoughts and feelings! It awakenedsomething in me!

  2. Its beautiful..Truly beautiful.Loved every bit of emotion in carried especially the zeal to move on with things and survive :)I loved it :)Takecare

  3. @ LeoYou are indeed so blessed and am so glad to see your heights of happiness and love that surrounds you! Perhaps that waht reflects in your posts and blog afterall!May you see more and more delights in your daily life which makes each and very momnet of your life the most memorable and cherishing phase and people of life!Celebrate life..~ Keep the Spark ALive..Bwt: you have been Tagged in my lattest post on RAINBOW7shades! Do join in:) and let us know your list of seven!

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