ReviseOutlook

Wouldn't it be just perfect, If everything was soul-pleasing? All good, all bright and all positive,  Smiling faces and just oxytocin releasing? Happiness being a whole day thing, With roses showering on our heads We gladly glide through our day Worrying nothing, as we get to our beds? Oh dear, as much as it sounds great It is pathetic- Pathetic to be monotonously routine; As still, the water in the glass has been. But guess what, Life's a sea  With tides and ebbs That sets us free! We have our own set of hues & matters,  Possibly, devoid of a paint brush A dull pallette struggling with blunders Yet, holding infinite possibilities to cast exceptional wonders! Dark and bright are no different worlds Only as they coexist, We value the elementary routes Midst turns & twists. Not all days are pleasant, Not all days awful It's just an art of balancing  That life teaches in a way beautiful! Shadows of pessimism will prevail forever,  So will the vivid rays of ...