I lived in a ‘hole’ once,
And the nicest hole it was.
At least that is what I thought,
Until something made me pause.
My hole looked big and pretty,
When I crouched inside it.
But when I stretched my arms wide,
I could barely fit.
It was not a problem of course,
For all ‘holes’ were like that.
‘That is how we are supposed to live’,
Everyone living in a ‘hole’ told me that.
One night I saw in a dream,
A bird! Soaring high! Spreading its wings!
Blissful, bold and free,
Majestic as the kings.
I woke up in my hole, stirred.
And forcefully shut the dream out.
‘It is what people do’, I thought,
‘They love their holes throughout.’
But alas, the dream had been dreamt!
Back into my mind it flew,
“You think your ‘hole’ holds you firm?” it said,
“It’s not the hole, it’s you!”
No longer did I want to waste
My days in this ‘tiny’ hole,
Blinded by what others do,
No wings! No joy! No heights to soar!
The treaded path of the ‘holed’ ones
Made them empty, blocked their vision.
Blowing kisses to my dream,
I surmised, made a decision.
I want the ‘whole’, not a ‘hole’
Why refuse to see beyond?
To stretch! To seek within!
To reach out to the magic wand!
The transforming wand is within
But leave the ‘hole’, you must!
See the ‘whole’, be the ‘whole’,
Shine like a gem! Why go for dust?
I once read a quote that said, “Be willing to surrender what you are for what you can become!”
Change is exciting. And yet, it is fearful for many. Fearing the unknown, we refuse to change. We close our eyes to the ‘wings’ change will give us to make us better.
I implore you to contemplate on your present and your past to make way for a better future.
If you think you cannot, you won’t! So think you can, and you will!
— Nivedita Shori