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Saturday, August 27, 2011

Knowing It All

Aren't we weary of perceiving those tasteless "When life gives you lemons" citations. As much as they are bothersome, they are patterned into every possible pathetic offering. What I imply is that, is it necessary to wring lemonade out of those lemons, or bake a lemon pie or sell them on eBay? I mean can't those godforsaken lemons be somewhere they won't be questioned. The point is, we are no better than the lemons themselves, trapped in an urge of being in familiar terms with each probable fixation for us or for others. We assume, we can retort, we know we do, but the authenticity clots at the point where we stop being realistic and start being idiotic. Hence, at this stage of entanglement of idiocy with realism people mostly forget what they really know.

I've extracted another tacky quotation here, "Time heals everything in life, be patient and everything will fall into place…..", also, "Time heals all wounds, unless you pick at them” The latter one being said by Shawn Alexander.

This is how it works; time does nothing, naught at all. It merely outdoes us, or in other words, passes by. We are the ones, making our lives dirt free and for others as well. With orientation to our sufferings, we suffer and suffice together from time over and above pain. What we periodically do over time is learn, but that does not craft time as a teacher, it makes us better apprentices. As time overtakes us, we confront the true temperaments of people, things and the structure and functioning of the hysterical society. We come forth not with conclusions but with new hypothesis. They say the scientific method helps us solve methodical as well as many social problems. I agree with the former speculation, but I neither buy nor sell the latter crap. Our customary state of ambiguity, which we refer to as ‘social problems’, is a bit that time leaves us with when it passes by, is time a mentor now? Nope, not yet I say. Only, we hold the running system responsible for the perplexity. 

Time, it whacks us as it goes by, letting us feel every inch of the increase it causes in the blood stream, in our veins and the rush of adrenaline in our body. But do we learn? No. So in the end, we continue to give time more and more chances to clout us down, hang around for it, to somehow and somewhere play the tutor. Not that we’re eager to become skilled at, but we’re raring to go feel good at every point, at which time throws a challenge at us and we’re able to grasp it in the enormous glove of fortune that we’re wearing.

Did it really get on Shawn Alexander's mind, when he proposed the healing of wounds as a process of the passage of time? I AM JUT SAYING!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Embracing Moira

When life puts forward opportunities, we are not always in affirmative to avail just what the doctor ordered. We might as well waste them. We do, sometimes. But those who avail these openings are not always worth gaining them. For this reason, in both the situations life muddles us up. Whether we purpose those opportunities or not, we are intertwined with the perplex state of fate. Fate; several people believe in fate and some don't, whereas some people believe more than anything in fate. Do we? Or don't we? Shall we? Or shan't we? Could we? Or can't we? In my perception, people never really know what they believe in, or not, until they are made to. We can't believe in love, unless we fall in love. Similarly we can't believe in paranoia unless we face some. Also, we can't believe in fate unless we've had a piece of it. Hence, the question in the end is, would we be able to believe? Or won't we.

Alas! We can't answer that either, because, we can't answer all the questions in our life. Some subjects are not meant to be got to the bottom of, because, if we don’t leave those unanswered questions as they are, we would be unable to have confidence in fate. No matter how delusional that might sound, it is accurate. People fear fate; they dread the fact of it contributing in their lives. So, we try harder and harder to build that block which stands steady when our plans fall back. We christen it "The Backup Plan". Whereas, the fact is, no matter how much we deem we are adequate enough to not let fate entangle its nematocysts with our life, we fail. We always do. Not that failure is bad, but failure isn't good either, to certain parts of our beliefs (if we have some that is), to be unambiguous, it is so not first-rate for our Ego.

It is almost a cliché now; taking chances, breaking down and letting go. But sometimes, we have to be the avant garde of pushing aside the dilemma of mankind. Don't we? We all are bona fide when it comes to presence, but are we front runners when it comes to exchanging blows with the angst of loss.

“We pray, we have faith, we let go, we become strong, we guard down, we build up, we become twisted, but in the end, we’re the same because we have a heart and a soul, we just don’t use them the same way.”