Attitudinal Shift

Human expression often gives varied connotations to a word. One example often evident is the use of word 'attitude'. Sometimes used in a sense of appreciation as an asset of human persona and equally common usage of the word to describe the arrogrance, cowardice or selfishness of a person. Attitude becomes the scale for marking the gradation evident in human behaviour and expression spanning for negative to positive.
Debating on this very issue, a keen look at the swaying life led me to a strange visible fact. Chapter by chapter, turn by turn, a human being shifts from one behavioural pattern to another driven by shifts in his/her attitude and the process continues throughout his/ her life. This striking reality is knitted at a subtle level constantly under the influence of stark self and dissociated externalities. "An attitudinal shift is what the world calls for" time and again within each and every individual, in each and every situation.
It stretches beyond an issue of choice, attitudinal changes are shaped by unrestricted forces of the surroundings beyond the influence of an individual. In reality we are only rarely what we want to be or the way we want to behave...but what is apparent, is a mere personification of a series attitudinal shifts influenced and instigated by people, things and though processes around.
The positive and negative manifestations of human personality in this world are merely based on the attitudinal choices made be an individual. A right selection can open the gateway to a raised persona while a wrong selection could be a pack of endless misfortune. Power of discretion becomes the most important tool for laying down the foundation of a positive personality.
So next time you undergo an attitudinal shift towards a subject, object or action...take time to check where you are heading to. Working under the influence of gross or subtle externalities or making a choice with a self- conscious consent??? Obviously the choice is yours!!!

Where mind fails...heart feels!!

Sliding through those typical coarse pale leaflets, I came across a story which struck me deep inside. Hidden behind those dirty clothes, filthy hands and stinking tresses was a heart, mind and soul staunched in the eternal colour. Taught me the meaning of life...crying over the sorrows we have makes us criminal of universal sorrow. This little orphan child, deprived of the luxury of life, has learnt the lessons divine. Bloated with the pride of being self sufficient, we leave no chance to publicise to the world our meager acts of giving...but her act of kindness came as a blow to my very existence. I cry of my sorrows day and night despite having all I need, look at this child, in the reality of having nothing she is satiated with all that she can do with a penny. And whenever she sees someone in need she doesnt fail to part with that penny. I have a tower of material gains but to part with one bit brings severe pain.
Materials can be acquired but richness is a virtue bestowed.