There’s a quote by Einstein. Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is the definition of insanity. My father’s a human. He is as flawed as they come. He has some really bad qualities. And he has his goods too. I cannot see the best in people. I try to but it just doesn’t come naturally to me. That’s inherent to me. So his bad qualities generally overshadow his positives for me.
It’s upto you. If you have tried your best and you have observed something to be the end result ten out of ten times. Trying it once more will be insanity. It’s upto you whether you want to be insane or you want your brief moment of sanity.
Peace comes at a cost. It is our biological need, want, programming, whatever term you want to use, to do the things which will ensure our survival. The thing you want to do is done from your point of survival. The thing that the person standing in front of you is doing is from his or her point of survival. At end of the day, everything is simply about point of view.
Being your true self comes at a cost. It always had and it always will. In my case, it came at the cost of emotional detachment. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m a human being too and I’ve this biological need to care. So, when I really connect with someone. When my frequency matches theirs, I care for them with all my worth, all my strengths. But if I feel as if you’ll only be an emotional and irrational drain for my sanity, I’ll be detached from you. It’s my defense mechanism.
Hanging by the thread,
Regrets of forever fading sights,
Come and lie in these melting stones.
And as you’ll close your eyes,
You’ll feel it infiltrate
Your every breath.
One man’s demons are another’s god.
A conflict of stereotypes then,
An imperfect self,
With a penchant
To show simple thoughts
Among convoluted words.
Indeed the most selfish thought,
A sense of self,
A sense of belonging to yourself,
A hypocritical thought,
In a utopian relationship,
Of broken and withered reasons.
That doesn’t mean
You become brand new.
And you’ll always be.
Nothing heals that.
Let’s face bitter fate again.
I hope I’m being coherent so far. When I try to be philosophical, I often end up becoming confusing. My words simply feel like another diatribe.
Parents have this biological need to care. They are programmed to love their children. There isn’t any other alternative. Atleast in case of humans. Now as humans, we have this compulsive need to ensure our survival. Now as parents, those two needs clash and you become irrational. The people who can sort out that jumble or who can organize that mess, they become the best of parents in the world. Those who can’t become human. As flawed as they come.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end – Seneca.
Now as children, you can understand that and make your peace with that, or you can be flawed too, you have every right to. Living with another human being isn’t supposed to be an easy task. There isn’t a lock and key hypothesis. No one fits perfectly. It’s simply about finding what is comfortable for you. What will ensure your biological need?
If you find something wrong, it’s based on your assumptions. The same principles applies to the person standing in front of you. They find it right, morally gray or some other shade based on their assumptions. You cannot breathe anyone else’s existence. You can only try to understand it.
As for the Inktober entry, today’s prompt was shattered. And this particular sketch is done in a style that I am recently experimenting with a lot.
Other Inktober entries can be found in the menu under Inktober 2017 heading.
The gallery can be viewed here: Gallery