The point of a good photo? It should tell a tale on its own, stripped of supporting words. This one, it’s a perfect picture.
We weave the tales, and rationalize,
And all the evil,
We all tread the hero’s path,
And yet we fall from the,
Cliff of light.
We sympathize, trotting through,
The overflowing river,
Holding a candle of ignorance.
None of us true to illumination,
We preach the lessons of light.
And then we rationalize,
And we weave the tales of divinity,
And by little pieces, we stitch,
The romantic river of heaven.
A river on the bedrock,
Of broken stones of humanity.
Tailor-made fiction or writing what you know? That’s one debate I had been having with myself for last ten months.
And I’m sorry to say but there is still no consensus view on which my mind agrees.
Maybe the critic in me is just a dick with very high standards, you never know. I write well when I don’t think, the moment I think I become too critical to write.
I Know, I know, it sounds strange.
Now from what I’ve read, it seems like I might have been wrong. Analysis by paralysis is just too common.
We are driven by our fears. Everything in human civilization could be traced as an attempt to overcome fear.
A funnel that filter everything.
We all have pain that we hide, a part of us that we just aren’t ready to share with the world.
It can be difficult at times. Even impossible. But being true to ourselves, it is always easy in the end.
So what if we suffer? Aren’t our sufferings a part of our life?
Life is an amalgamation of everything. Sad. Happy. Despair. Anger. And whatnot. Life is life.
Then why do we always chase happiness? Isn’t that a concept too?
Come to think of it, what is happiness?
Accepting some hypothetical series of hormonal impulses? Because believe me, that’s all their is to satisfaction. A surge of feel good hormones.
Everything comes with an expiration date. And the only absolute truth is death. I’m not saying that we should simply stop living, and wait for death.
I’m still not that gloomy.
But why? Why do we chase a hypothetical when in reality, it is never possible. Something will always trump whatever pleasure, or happiness, you are experiencing right now.
There is no such thing as pure bliss. It’s only accepting our tale of life.
That’s all there is to it, accepting things for what they are.
Now, before you think I’m a negative speaker, let me extend it like this. Can’t my words, accepting the situation as it is, be used as a driving force? I’m ambitious, so rather than worrying that I’ll never achieve the greatness I so dearly wish for, how about I accept it, and let it fuel me?
One step at a time.
Rather than chasing the high of an eternal happiness, a satisfaction, why not accept the misery of ambition?
I sound like someone who just took LSD, or maybe some other narcotics.
It’s all the over the place, I guess. But that’s how rambles work, don’t they?
Actually, life lessons work that way too. There is no fucking manual.
#11 steps to eternal bliss by another fucking douche.
Life is life. One step at a time.
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness, partially because this uninterrupted happiness is new to me. These last few weeks I have been trying to master the art of conveying strong messages through simple words. Simple steps. And believe me, it isn’t too complicated. A few years back, I would have said that only a fool will believe it (How our perceptions change). Perhaps happiness is a matter of how we view it and nothing else. Perceptions. Nothing else. Those days I always struggled with happiness. I never understood how others could be happy. So in last few days, I made a list (Seemed like the right thing to do) and this is what I came up with.
Focusing on what we have, rather than what we don’t have, sounds like an over-clichéd advice. Clichés. Common comfortable clichés. You know, there is a reason why they are called clichés. It is something we are familiar with. It is something we know. Be grateful for what you know rather than dwelling on the fact that you don’t know everything. You aren’t Google.