A Worrier or A Warrior?

                                           A Worrier or  A Warrior? 

We all want to be warriors, strong, fearless, ready for anything. But sometimes, life turns us into worriers instead.

Life is like a pyramid. At the base, the path is wide and easy. As we climb, it narrows, and challenges grow. Deadlines, failures, and unexpected obstacles can shake even the bravest of hearts. That’s when worry creeps in.

Being a worrier isn’t weakness. The real courage is moving forward despite the fear. Taking one small step, facing one challenge at a time—that’s how a worrier becomes a warrior.

Some days we worry more than we fight. Some days we fight more than we worry. What matters is that we keep climbing. Every worry faced, every fear challenged, builds the strength of a warrior.

Remember: every warrior starts as a worrier. It’s not about being fearless. It’s about standing up, one step at a time, and moving forward anyway.

 

The Gift of love

The Gift of love

The joy of unwrap the wrapped gifts
The tangled and hidden gifts are wonders to me
But it is the joy to receive the love, which shows the best gift ever
I am celebrating the joy with you by being Merry, Merry
It is the joy to share and feel blessed
And calling my friends to be celebrated
Thinking of your wonderful gifts for me
I am overwhelmed by your choice for me


You were born for that wonderful cross
So that I could come across the light
How can I celebrate without unwrapped my heart?
How can I share the truth without the celebration into my heart?
It is the season to celebrate you are born into my Heart
I am freed from the darkness and showed me your way of truth and light
The joy of unwrap the wrapped gifts

Are we Surviving or Living?

Normally, we are happy to be living beings but have we ever wonder that are  we living or surviving?
It can't be denied  that  we are familiar with ambience we are living. But it differs with our thoughts and acts that are we living or surviving.


Today, I came with a short story of  a higher secondary student who was surviving than living.

There was a boy who joined college to study science after school leaving certificate. Basically, we Nepalese call 'college' to  the higher secondary level. That boy was talented and topper in his respective school. Even after he joined in the college, he was known to be the topper. I  simply refer him as an icon of his class.  I can't express  his talent through my punctured English vocabulary but you can reckon how was he.

The boy seemed to be precocious and witty. Whenever the teacher starts to write questions of physics on the white board, that boy used to solve those mathematical problems beforehand. I was always wondering about him because those physics questions were not easy. Later, I knew that he wanted to be an engineer in the near future. And I always wished him to be a good engineer. But our life isn't in a bridle.

After he passed his higher secondary school with a good grade, he joined the university to study IT. When I heard about it, I thought this decision isn't at odds though he chose to study IT. As we know,  we aren't in the control of our circumstances. And the same thing happened in his life. He had to drop the university and went aboard to be a chef because of the financial problem in his home. He gave up his dream to be an engineer. Simply I have to say that the achievement which he had got during his school and college days became the fiasco.

 It is a baffled condition:  most of the cases or problems happen in our life due to money or our  renounce nature? And it happened with him too. He left hometown and his education  to survive. Now, it seems like he is surviving than living.

Whenever I recall this story, I think we are more focused on surviving than living.
Basically, surviving means denying death and it focuses on staying away from hunger, thirst etc. whereas living focuses on doing things, on growing and achieving. While surviving centres around death and how not to die, living centres around the life and how to embrace life to the fullest.

I always have thought in my mind that everyone is surviving but only  few people are living their life. Even a street dog is surviving but I think how we live that matters the most. Yes, it is true that not everyone is fortunate to elicit their dream and we have to bridle our life through our kismet. 


This is the grave thought about living and surviving

PAIN IS REAL BUT SO IS HOPE

PAIN IS REAL BUT SO IS HOPE

April 25, 2015 (Baishak 12, 2072) was the date when Nepal was hit by the 7.8 Magnitude earthquake in broad daylight—11:55 AM (Nepal Standard Time). This earthquake has totally destroyed the capital city Kathmandu and other villages in Gorkha, Lamjung, and Chitwan. The tremors (aftershocks) were felt approximately 40-50 times in following 3 days (April 25 to 28). Aftershocks were so strong that people feared they were main hits.

Many people had lost their hope of survival. Those people who did survive abandoned their houses to live outdoors, under the open sky. Many people around the world came to Nepal for volunteering and helping in financial and emotional ways. Similarly, I also found an opportunity to volunteer with my Facebook Newar community. Eventually, that Newar community was filled with young people. They were helping in different ways through sanitation to providing basic needs for those people who were affected.

During the course of that time, we met a 14-year-old teen girl in Kathmandu Medical College hospital who had lost her right leg in that earthquake. Due to her amputated leg, she had lost hope that she ever has the opportunity to study. Even her own parents denied her to take back to their home. In their opinion, because of the loss of her leg, she no longer had worth in their family. They too had lost hope she could do something for the family. While Kathmandu Medical College Hospital had told them to plan on discharge very soon, she wasn’t healed completely. This further led to lost hope. But when she and her family saw our group, hope was renewed—they thought we might be able to help provide for their needs. Her father asked us to help find assistance from the NGOs/INGOs. We asked Anandhaban Hospital to provide her medical treatments as she is from the  financially weak background. By the God’s grace, Anandhaban Hospital gave her treatments and still they are giving her medical help 

It is a short story: a girl and her father who were hoping to get better living after that cruel natural disaster. My hope is that though she has lost her leg, she would receive God’s love, His mercy in her life.  God’s hope is that none would perish, but that they would find eternal life.

I believe “Hope keeps us alive”.  Proverbs 13:12 says,” Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life”. Even Roman 5:2-7 says, “Through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us. You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die.”

"First impression never the last impression"

Most of the people say, "the first impression is the last impression.” I have a short story of a little boy whose first impression failed with my expired experience.

Today I want to evoke that day when I first met a little boy whose impression was not good. If I have to say he was totally opposite of my nature. But how he transformed in a good way than the first day, I can’t express it through my punctured words. Even though I am trying to write a few words expressing my joy.

I was appointed to be his home tutor. But when I saw him in his house then I was reluctant to teach him because he seemed a lout and vapid boy. The boy without any motivation or dream or vision. There was no option except to accept his mom's wish as my one of the challenging mission of my life. The first visit to his house made me think that I have to rectify his behavior even though I was uncertain of the promise I had made to his mom. Days were passing by and I was almost at the end of enduring my wrath. If today I count those days then those few months were very hard time to tackle with a wrathful thought. I have accepted him as my challenge to supplant that insolent and indolent little boy. Generally, we think if someone isn't stronger than we can win them.

 But we never know where and how our expired experience fails us. It wasn't an easy task for me to deal with that little boy. I had thought to renounce him to supplant him any longer because it was very frustrating to be abashed in front of that little one. I had tried many times not to teach him any longer. Every day I had started to abhor his presence because of his bad mouth and his derogate nature. Sometimes, we think, we are superior and we can impose them according to our position but it also fails according to the time and environment we are living. I felt vapid to meet that little boy every day. Every time I was fighting with my soul and rebuking and saying why I had to agree with his mom to teach him? Even though that question was genuine, I had to change myself from a conceited person to calm and an amenable teacher. Probably, it took me a year to content with my work. I used to have a daily conversation with God; telling Him that help me to endure this situation and show me the direction how am I supposed to deal with that boy with a love. Those days were really tiresome; it wasn't physically but mentally more. Till now I can't discrepancy whether I was treating him in an insolent way or I just looked him deride. As saying, hard work always pays you and finally, that day came when he said, I am an eloquent teacher though that might not genuine word but when I heard that a single word from him then I can't express how I had felt. It was a joyous moment. I was jumping with joy and thanked my God. At that moment I felt that to change something I had to change myself. My dream to change him wasn't a lofty ambition. But I succeeded. I have to say finally I made it. Now I don’t have doubt about him that one day he will be a good person. I believe that God has sent me there for a mission even though I was reluctant to accomplish it.



When I met him, I was an arrogant teacher who ignominiously berated him all the time. Probably, he hates me for being an austere teacher. But I couldn't be calm with his awful acts. But later, when I prayed and asked God for His direction, I finally realized that I have to change myself first. And knew that love works in every position and every circumstance. Even more, sometimes we need to start from ourselves. Even that love wasn't easy to bestow upon him but it worked in his life and in my life too. I had never thought I would be able to change someone because I don't think I have that potential or any laudable character to change someone. Nevertheless, that day came when that little boy became impressive in front of everyone. Now, I can't express his goodness but simply I have to say he is now a lovable boy. Moreover, I am happy for his interest in God's words. At the last, I have to say that at first I had a bad impression with that little boy about his nature but later I knew that at least he has a good heart than other whom I had known during those days. And even he is a good listener. Yes, now I believe that first impression never the last impression.