They are everywhere. Snapchat story, whatsApp status, twitter timeline, insta page.
The sage, philosophical and unmistakably intense stuff.
In this world where people are becoming way too intellectual, I am getting unapologetically defiant.
Everyone around me is either masquerading as Rumi or Stephen Covey. My social accounts are flooded by daily quotes which I now dont even bother to read.
People on social sites swiftly switch to Karl Marx mode from Deepak Chopra mode-ofcourse depending upon the situation.
Its literally becoming toxic.
I read something good posted by someone which is brazenly contradicting his/her persona.
They flooded everyone’s timeline with motivational stuff but in reality they sucks the last speck of motivation from them.
Everyday tons of good, deep, motivational and appeasing stuff is posted on social media. People read it, relate it and sometimes internalize it and then scroll down. There it goes down the drain.
Value the words. Embellish your conversations with beautiful words rather than your social sites.
Things went wrong when I realized that my mind and body are not synced.
I was deeply exhilarated about their auspicious union as it will produce the type of results I was yearning for ages. But somehow they choose to remain apart.
“Mind is a terrible thing to waste”.
Yes these piercing words struck in my mind while my sleepless eyes were shut tight. There was a sea of thoughts encircling me slowly. Their grip was getting more profuse and impactful on my mind.I tried to escape these influxes of thoughts, as once I get trapped in their vastness turning back was impossible.
I was waiting for the lady luck to come and rescue me from this labyrinth of apathy.
This was how my life lingers on. Morning, an unwelcome thing illuminates everything except my inner self.
I fathom where things went wrong or perhaps they were wrong from the very beginning its just my dormant conscience didn’t wake up to realize this.
You moan. You curse yourself for the nihilism. Then you move out of the box and search things to put blame on.
First always comes the most loved ones. The more we love the more we expect. Your parents. No matter how old you get on in years your parents are always the number one receiver. Then you blame yourself. Its just like the vicious cycle goes on until a meek sound of consciousness muses ”its you”.
You peeked in past more often, re-live the old self of yours to discern the grey areas. Then an epiphany struck that electrifies your mind.
Your mind is shouting but the body is in invisible shackles. The urge to put an end to this apathy went more earnest and it was like you are going to burst.
But body and mind still are not sync.
It was a horrible day.
Someone told me something that engraved a filthy mark on my soul. Question marks were floating inside my mind. But a fearful instinct was holding me back. Only one sound keep resonating “you can’t handle the truth”.
And body tired.
But arousal of morbid curiosity was hard to overcome. I was fearing I may give in and took plunge onto the heap of bitter truth, residing in someone else jurisdiction. Despite all the preventive instincts I gave in.
And some part of me won and some lost that day.
I won because my apprehensions were true. Indeed I was living in delusion. Truth was falling on my feeble soul like debris fall from a collapsed building. How can anyone can keep you like a substitute. How can someone can treat you like a guinea-pig. But it had happened now.
After plethora of awe-struck movements I recalled I have failed the test called life. Then I entered into the cave of my thoughts. The most desirable place for someone who had lost everything. It was a damage beyond repair-I know somehow.
Just around midnight I, with my scattered piece of soul, headed towards a place once called home. The traffic was scarce on the road. Wind was rushing hard, blowing my hair and flurrying my dress. As if wind was trying to take me back to the consciousness. But it failed like I failed that horrible day. A car struck me and shattered my lump of mass into pieces, whose soul was already absconded.
I died wholly.
Now being in a state of limbo I conclude,that I wasn’t life that I had lost that night, what I lost was all the possibilities, the chances, and the opportunities that might struck me later and that might better my life.
Sometimes a moment is enough to extricate the pent up thoughts of a person’s mind. Thoughts―that are somewhat residing in the dormant corner and only need a drive. Same happened when the words of Sigmund Freud invaded the otherwise devastated intellectual state of mine. It added fuel to the my eroding intellect.
However i found them quite relatable.
Now somehow i had this notion that love enfeebles a person and weakens ones thinking power. The thing is when you know you are being loved then it makes you reckless(which in his words means bold) and contrary to that of one-sided love that cripples oneself and binds one in invisible shackles.
I couldn’t agree more here. But you can’t simply ignore the person uttering foul words. Many times we give them due attention and ending up self-doubting our-self.
Human are born like that and there is little one can do about it.
Only when our struggle is fruitful otherwise it only offers bitterness whenever seen in retrospect.
Quite true, but the period of this transition―where our weakness becomes our strength is very elusive. Its a period of constant battle within ourselves which ofcoarse not everyone can win.
The definition of assholes need clarification here.
Simply love this!!