Passion…unbridled

 

Reinventing yourself is often talked about,

It is the mantra in vogue, without a doubt

Open your mind and your purse, get a makeover

Live the life that you’ve dreamt of, before it is over

That is what “lifestyle consultants” proclaim

You could be a new person behind the old name..

Unfortunately the methods of reinvention

Seem to be archaic and prone to repetition

Weight loss, change of clothing and hair style

While these help you go forward an extra mile

May make you more outgoing and confident

But getting a new skin does not reinvent

The person that is truly, sincerely you-

Reinventing yourself completely implies

Changing yourself more deeply than you may realize

Challenging and changing your beliefs deep-seated

Radically, completely, or your purpose is defeated

It takes courage to perform an honest assessment

Of your own shortcomings, without resentment

It takes willpower to change your beliefs and actions

While consciously ignoring others’ reactions..

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Reinvention is for yourself, not for an audience

It cannot be done under any false pretense

 

It involves introspection, a difficult journey

Full of surprises, on the road to self-discovery..

So reinvent yourself, by all means do

Emerge from the process happier too!

 

 

 

 

To find joy in work is to discover the fountain of youth.

Pearl S. Buck

I have a job, with satisfaction I can say

That takes care of needs and bills to pay

Leaves me enough for careful indulgence

In luxuries of life, that I enjoy with prudence

That should suffice for work satisfaction-

Some may opine; monetary comfort is an attraction..

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I am grateful though in another way

I can hardly separate work from play

At the end of most days I have a sense

Of accomplishment; a renewed reverence

For the unwavering commitment of my team

Whose dedication can any disappointment redeem

 

At work, we derive joy and satisfaction

By basking in the warmth of a job well done

This is something that cannot be

Replaced by the promise of a larger salary

But one thing I know- to attain success

One has to find in work, happiness….

 

 

I thought highly of my skill at parenting

Showing my child reality was wise

I spared him from fantasy,  unrelenting

In my efforts to portray truth before his eyes

So there was no mention of Santa, or elf or a fairy

No presents left under the Christmas tree

Fantasies are futile, reality can be scary

Facing it early,  he would more equipped be

To survive in this world, and success achieve-

This is what I had assumed throughout

With strong conviction I continued to believe

That I was raising a mature individual, no doubt..

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The turning-point came to me one day

When my child picked out a book extraordinary

Despite my aversion to fantasy, I could not say

That “Alice in Wonderland” was forbidden territory

As we turned its pages together, one by one

Amazed was I by my child’s transformation

His imagination ran wild, in every direction

He conjured up stories testing my comprehension.

Enchanted by this tale he made an effort

To read all the words, and sharpened his skills

I then realized, shaken out of my zone of comfort

He had learnt quite a bit in the midst of these thrills-

Seeing his eyes light up with wonder

I realized how myopic my vision had been

So together our duo decided to plunder

Treasures of mythical variety previously unseen

I discovered the joy of losing myself in

A world fabricated out of imagination

And the deeper we continued to delve in

The more it came to me as a revelation-

Instead of teaching my child as I thought

My child was the teacher, and I the taught!