Please have a seat.

You are occupying a seat, I am occupying a seat and everyone around you is occupying one. And let me tell you one thing very honestly; no matter how beautiful, smart, funny, intellectual, creative or perfect you are, there is someone else waiting to occupy your seat. I know you've read quotes like 'you are unique and special', 'There's no one like you and that's your power' but ask yourself, so what? You can't hold on to your seat no matter how amazing or unique you are. You're a temporary traveller  and you're replaceable! Maybe not easily but the world won't stop working without you. But this doesn't mean you have to give up on the seat, not at all!

We're organisms, we are meant to die, I know. But let me warn you, you're occupying a precious seat. This seat is yours for the while you are here and if you can't make the most of it, what are you even doing? (Keep trying please?)

What do I mean by making the most of it? Well, if you can't smile at least thrice a day, you're doing life wrong. If you have people around you who dictate your actions, you're doing life wrong. If you can't trust yourself, you're doing life wrong. And there are so many things that'll remind you that you're doing it wrong, remember, you have this seat and the journey isn't a really long one, don't do it wrong.

Now the most honest part: You matter, you're matter. You are unique, you are you. You are phenomenal, you are amazing. But don't let these adjectives make you forget that you occupy a seat. Do make a difference.

Much power to you! 

Haven't?

One summer morning, a traveller from the north pole dropped by our doorstep. I offered him some ice and he looked at it and smiled.
One winter morning, a Traveller from the equator dropped by our doorstep. I offered him a sunflower and he looked at it and smiled.
One monsoon morning, a Traveller from the deserts dropped by our doorstep. I offered him some sand and he looked at it and smiled.
They were all traveling away from home but decided to stop by mine. So wasn't it my duty to make them feel as if every drop, every petal and every atom had a part of them?
I have never travelled and I haven't experienced what the travelers have. I always waited for the next one to arrive and to comfort him. For some days I do know how it feels not to be at home. But did I tell you? I haven't travelled , I haven't.

Home

There are places that connect our soul with the world; a random swing in an old garden or maybe a dusty window. You sit there for hours all by yourself and it adds up to the best time you've ever had. The moon looks gorgeous and the breeze feels like homecoming. That place is now the punctuations to your sentences and without it, everything seems a little confusing.
One day while you're walking towards that creeky swing, you notice someone else already there. So you stop and investigate who it is from afar. Oh, It's someone with crossed hands and his eyes clinging to the moon, frozen face just like the motion of the swing. The air around feels cold even in March. Shit, He noticed you while you're staring at him. So he gets up with a smile and he's gone.
Home doesn't feel like home anymore. It is as if that wood now holds someone else's emotions. It is no more a good listener to the stories of a 15 year old, it's about a random stranger and his life now. What was he thinking about? Achievements or regrets? Or was his mind at pitch silence?
I sit there, struggling to understand his story now. Is there someone else trying to figure out mine?