Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "happy"

Rich is not the one who's got a lot of dough,
But one whose touch make others forget their woe.
Happy is not the one who's always chasing pleasure,
But one who forgets all pleasure helping another grow.
Success is not about getting recognition,
Success is about achieving excellence beyond norm.
Achievement is not when you reach a certain goal,
But when your goal lifts others beyond your home.
Destiny is not a script written by a superman,
But one you write yourself with your labor and sweat.
Sanctity is not what priests sell you at the church,
But how you behave with others outside the church gate.
Nobody can give you lessons of life packed in a few lines.
If you know to help another, your heart knows all the lines.

I don’t do Netflix,
I don’t binge for adrenaline.
I find it far more soothing to
listen to old BBC radio shows
while I do my writing.

Happiness is not a matter of exhilaration,
Happiness is a matter of moderation.
Just because all the monkeys are partying,
doesn’t mean you gotta give submission.

So I say, get your priorities straight,
Happiness will take care of itself.
If you don’t know to draw your own lines,
That’s not freedom, but apish descent.

I don’t scroll till I pass out,
I don’t drink till I feel sick.
Happiness means happy-in-less,
Trends don’t bring you peace.

You don’t find a way out of grief,
You embrace it and it becomes your strength.
You don’t find a way out of suffering,
You surf it and it endows you with courage.

Avoiding sorrow you won’t find happiness,
Road to happiness goes through sorrow.
No matter how dark life seems tonight,
without heartwrecking darkness, we’ll
never discover resilience, and grow.

Amidst the grief none of this makes sense,
I’ve felt it first hand this past month.
So I say, it’s okay to be shattered to pieces,
but you must gather the pieces and soldier on,
for the sake of your living loved ones.

It’s okay to not be okay, it means
your mind is trying to heal itself.
Persevering pain for those who live,
the sun will rise once again.

Be happy, don’t tell anyone.
Go places, don’t tell anyone.
Experience life, don’t tell anyone.
Pamper the inner child, don’t tell anyone.

It’s a sad society, the news of
your happiness stirs up only jealousy.
The more you crave to publicize your joy,
more you’re stripped of your tranquility.

Your happiness doesn’t need
anybody’s stamp of approval.
Happiness kept private is
happiness invisible to the jungle.

What the jungle cannot see,
the jungle cannot destroy.
Be kind to all, but bare to few,
joy broadcasted is the end of joy.