Crossing the turns, the confusing zig zags and sometimes, even taking a U turn.
There may be times when you'll be lost, the road ahead may be misty. Then, all you can assure yourself is that the way ahead will remain unchanged, no matter what. Your wondering, worrying, frustration or struggle won't change the course of your path.
Therefore, don't run, rush or worry. Walk your road.
The unchangable road, your destiny. You don't construct it, you merely walk it. Yep.
There are days when the tune is rhythmic, when you know exactly when the next beat will hit. A distorted guitar chord progression signifies your energy, your confidence, your happiness. You're in complete control of your life.
Then there are days, when the sweet keys of the piano hit the high octaves, sweet melodies compliment the sweet sweet feelings in you and violin harmonies, describing the depths of those warm and fuzzy feelings in your heart.
Then there are days when the orchestra hits those minus notes. When life is a dark mystery. When nothing seems to be true as an eventual end is seen. And a sweet little flute plays, describing the sadistic reality of being all alone in our journey.
These are just a few musical arrangements among the countless ones that exist. The melody may change from time to time. But make sure you keep humming along..
One of those nights, when I looked at reality in the eye. In front of
which my life looks so purposeless. An entire world looks so useless
infact. It was not something that I wanted, it was something I wanted
to feel. A sense of belonging to the world I want to see; An
unconditional world with no needs, providing a whole hearted
acceptance. Maybe that's what makes life complete.
The thorns have overgrown and the roses have died. Worldly parameters
have been made, material well being gives emotional well being too.
Needs have taken the forefront. People have become the demons of the
modern life, less forgiving, less compromising, influenced by needs
and desires that govern their feelings.
Where are the hearts of gold I ask. Maybe they've all left them
behind. They've traded their hearts and earned a namesake well being
in the modern life. Deep inside, they're all troubled, I know.
In a world like this, people like me, feel lost...
I'm back after a very long time. I could picture this blog frowning at me, due to the lack of attention given to it.
A busy life had engulfed me. Leaving no time to crib. There's an office, which is my window to the outer world. Something very different from the four corners of my room.
I meet new people, from all walks of life. Surviving their storms and coming to office daily in their formal clothes. More than their clothes, it's their faces that tell me their stories. Faces which manage to laugh, even at poorest of jokes. Their lives may be shitty. But for a while, they remain blissfully distracted.
Sooner or later, every individual leaves his/her close confinements. That's when a bubble bursts. A bubble which displayed confusion, mystery and thoughts blinded by fantasy rather than experience. But once you hit the road of experience, the bad becomes acceptable.
The sad, the depressed and the miserable should go out and see an entire world fighting miseries. They're all fucked up. But every morning they wake up, and show a middle finger to their troubles, with each passing day.
YEP.
