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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!


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