The one thing I’ve been trying to escape for as long as I can remember is my own strength (and, in a way, greatness). The times that I did face it, I’d be surprised how little a deal it actually was and I always ended up much stronger than before, only to restart the same game but on another level.
Beautiful words. When you move to another location you take yourself with you. And the problems! I'm sure you have a great career as a writer ahead of you as you use words magically. Happy AND Merry Xmas.
I run away from people. Like the medieval Byzantine historian Procopius, I've felt my whole life like I've been living a nightmare, but I've had to stop running because I don't have any other options.
Merry Christmas, Mohika and my best wishes for the fast approaching New Year 2025. I used to be called as Rannchhod (a person who runs away from the battle) during my early days. I was an expert at finding escape routes in case if troubles used to surround me. Finding solace in running 🏃💨💨 was my approach.
One day, I read the story of Angulimaal, a dacoit who used to kill travellers passing by from the woods and used to cut their fingers and put them around his neck in the garland made of fingers. Once Shakyamuni with his disciples had to cross the jungle. The locals compelled him not to go that way, but he entered the jungles. His sermon transformed the dacoit and he turned into a sage.
The best part was that the newly formed hermit started asking for alms from the villagers whose loved ones he killed brutally. They tortured him in every way possible, but he did not run away. The same set of villagers became his followers and contributed to his already transformed life. Since then, I have stopped running and have started facing with the objective of self-improvement.
Your writing acted as a beautiful reminder that I have to follow 👣 this path till the end.
Merry Christmas and a big, shiny thank you for sharing such a heartwarming story! Oh my gosh, the tale of Angulimaal is incredible—I can’t believe how much courage it takes to stay and transform! I’m so grateful my words reminded you of your path (this means so much to me, you have no idea!).
Sending you all the love and sparkles for the new year! ✨💚
Your writings have an influence on my life in terms of getting better clarity on the direction and approach. Many thanks for such heartwarming wishes and affection galore. 😊😊
Powerful words, Mo. Thank you.
Stillness
The one thing I’ve been trying to escape for as long as I can remember is my own strength (and, in a way, greatness). The times that I did face it, I’d be surprised how little a deal it actually was and I always ended up much stronger than before, only to restart the same game but on another level.
Completely relate to this!!
Such a beautiful post! Thank you so very much for sharing my post in yours, looking forward to seeing more of what you create <3
Thank you Emma! I share this love 💜💜💜
For being so young you are a very self aware soul, this will serve you well! Merry Christmas to you and those important to you Mo 🎄
that’s very sweet of you!!!
Beautiful words. When you move to another location you take yourself with you. And the problems! I'm sure you have a great career as a writer ahead of you as you use words magically. Happy AND Merry Xmas.
Merry Christmas!
I run away from people. Like the medieval Byzantine historian Procopius, I've felt my whole life like I've been living a nightmare, but I've had to stop running because I don't have any other options.
Merry Christmas, Mohika and my best wishes for the fast approaching New Year 2025. I used to be called as Rannchhod (a person who runs away from the battle) during my early days. I was an expert at finding escape routes in case if troubles used to surround me. Finding solace in running 🏃💨💨 was my approach.
One day, I read the story of Angulimaal, a dacoit who used to kill travellers passing by from the woods and used to cut their fingers and put them around his neck in the garland made of fingers. Once Shakyamuni with his disciples had to cross the jungle. The locals compelled him not to go that way, but he entered the jungles. His sermon transformed the dacoit and he turned into a sage.
The best part was that the newly formed hermit started asking for alms from the villagers whose loved ones he killed brutally. They tortured him in every way possible, but he did not run away. The same set of villagers became his followers and contributed to his already transformed life. Since then, I have stopped running and have started facing with the objective of self-improvement.
Your writing acted as a beautiful reminder that I have to follow 👣 this path till the end.
God bless you!
Hi Vineet,
Merry Christmas and a big, shiny thank you for sharing such a heartwarming story! Oh my gosh, the tale of Angulimaal is incredible—I can’t believe how much courage it takes to stay and transform! I’m so grateful my words reminded you of your path (this means so much to me, you have no idea!).
Sending you all the love and sparkles for the new year! ✨💚
God Bless you too!!
Your writings have an influence on my life in terms of getting better clarity on the direction and approach. Many thanks for such heartwarming wishes and affection galore. 😊😊
Your posts are always so sweet and insightful, Mo. Thanks for mentioning me! 🙏💚
Thank you, thank you, thank you! 🥹 Mentioning you wasn’t even a question! I’m so lucky to have your support—you’re the best!