A wallflower is a person who is introverted and is separate from the crowd, usually at a party. Not particularly shy but are reserved when surrounded by a lot of people and big personalities. Not really knowing what to say so can come across as socially awkward. This person will blend in and become almost invisible to others. They choose to stand back rather than getting involved as they prefer to observe. They have no desire to be the centre of attention.
Generally they are quite happy in themselves and accept being different. Wallflowers can be creative and wise.
A wall may be ordinary and unnoticeable but a flower is associated with beauty and can be rare, you won’t truly learn until you get close.
p.s: and she never asks for what she truly desires..and so she always offers abundance with a very large heart unconditionally. Won’t you ask her out, ever?
So eventually I developed high regard for his work and contributions.
That sets the context for my awe for this young man for he does comes across humble, god hearted and bright looking.
Now I was at Trafalgar Square, London at the signals waiting to cross.
And I am walk past by a gentleman who looks very familiar to me… it triggers me into immediate processing of all my memory nodes, fetching the right pattern match and yes in time I recognised him, it was Dr Javid, dressed in casuals with a cap. After reaching the other side I voiced out loud – hey excuse me…are you that doctor?
He turned and looked at me
I said are you the doctor, I follow you. I watched your shows and you are doing very good work.
Guess he felt very appreciated and crossed his hands as a sign to accept my respect.
That’s it and we moved on on our ways.
to have met someone whome I follow and regard very highly was indeed a surreal experience, almost felt like that rare chance of a lucky lottery win.
I tried to reach him on social platforms and then found this event happening ->
Someone asked me what does paradise or heaven mean to you?
I said paradise is complete sync with nature or maybe it’s the fictional visual of happiness flowing from one life form to another… that softens your heart and is rhythmically charged..feels like one is wandering in dreams.
And if you are asking in context of death, then I suppose to reach heaven it would be related to what you have given.
For e.g Like I love exploring the ancient royal buildings of London city, it draws me in to different flavours of joys, thoughts, inspiration and what not.. so that experience has been offered to me by many from the past, so in that way they have created heaven for me (and like me many other receivers too) so I guess they have reached heaven, for I am sending them love/support/appreciation.
the teachings of your caregivers, infrastructure by builders, books, movies, oh this list is endless…so much can be given..
So I guess if you have been part of offering joy that can be lived even after you have gone, then in a way one has reached heaven right..
I paused
I looked at that someone who asked me this question , and said what do you think?
Someone said – “I really liked what you said. Though It’s the state of mind when you die, if you are happy at that exit point.. then that’s reaching heaven, right….“
I said, “yeah.. that certainly is so simple and true”
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A sweet flowing smile After a A brief period of time Is all That matters For reaching paradise!
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we all are always here in form of our offerings , and maybe that defines our state of mind when we become one with divine.
𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻 is to be delighted with something or with the situation one finds oneself in. When people are extremely happy, or sportsmen achieve a victory, they frequently jump for joy, just as the cow did in the famous 18th century nursery rhyme when it jumped over the moon. If a cow can do it, the implication is that humans can also. Such joy knows no bounds and the moon after all is the Earth’s nearest neighbour in space.❤️🌕
P.S: some discoveries of match are so joyful that you jump and dance 🩰 , moon is always so beautiful and it was indeed gorgeous last night …
𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩 is to smarten oneself up, in one’s dress, appearance, and behaviour.
The phrase comes from Prussia with its reputation for military smartness. The spruce tree is both elegant and neat, and actually takes its name from an early spelling of Prussia.
The most familiar spruce tree species is the Norwegian spruce, used in Europe as a Christmas 🎄 tree.
P.S: spruce up darling, spruce up. So many breaths yet to enjoy. “Never give up, never will I” – o little birdie sings to you, so try!
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