Life seems like a miracle and death scares us all.
But what if you knew exactly when you were going to be born, will that be a miracle anymore? And what if you know exactly when you are going to die? Will that be terrifying anymore? Maybe it will still be terrifying, in fact, you might be even more terrified of it especially as the day approaches, but what if you were immortal? And the physical form, that you are in, is just you acting in a play? Once you are done you go backstage and then hop on to another play? You leave behind the body, the character, but the soul, the artist lives on.
Maybe the body dies, but the soul remains, forever, immortal? The body is just a mask that the soul wears.
We all have a purpose in life, the one we keep searching for, but maybe we all know it. It is not becoming rich, it is neither having the best start-up idea, nor becoming writers, musicians, artists, bankers, priests, or whatever else you are or want to be. Maybe we all already know what it is that we want, we just don’t know it as a textbook. We just know it because we do. We probably are born with some ill traits and we are here to get rid of them, or we are here to gain a few new ones.
It is greed, lust, kindness, having trust in, gain someone’s trust, help someone or it is something that we need to remove from ourselves and/or learn something new. We all probably know why we are here and when we are done getting what we really want, we may accept our death without flinching, maybe we are just waiting for it to come along. We might be scared of it, only and only if we have not completed what we want.
What if we have already completed what we were here to achieve? Well, then you would already know, I guess. And maybe the ones in a coma are wondering if they should pass on or just stay back and learn a few more things.
Have you ever thought that why you instantly connect with some people around you, and at times, even though you try your best to be around someone, you can hardly ever do anything to get their attention? It’s just as if you don’t exist for them. What if all these people have been around you before. Not in this lifetime, not anywhere else, but have some connection with you. Maybe your brother was your grandfather once, long long ago. Or maybe it was the other way around. And maybe the one that is rude to you, or ignores you, had slit your throat in a battle.
We connect with someone’s vibrations instantly and some don’t match. Maybe it is right to be drawn to matching or rather constructive vibrations. That is indeed the law of nature. But is it correct to run away from destructive vibrations? Or should we go out of the law of nature, and connect with them, for we are not nature. We are souls in a physical form.
What if guardian angels do exist? But they come in only when they see you in trouble or when you need guidance? What if people you see in your dreams after they have died, are actually communicating with you because they had some unsaid words or incomplete tasks involving you. What if children who are talking to their imaginary friends are not talking to imaginary friends, but there is someone actually there? But only they can see them?
Maybe we come from the same place, we all know what we are here for, and maybe we are all equals, even though the cultural, intellectual, racial, and financial differences are right there, in our faces. But think about it, maybe we are equal, all equally big and shiny diamonds. It is just a matter of how many facets we have cleaned.
Slit, bleed, cease.
Maybe that’s lingering around in your head from months now.
It even took over you, or your past failures pushed you to it; but you are here, reading. Because maybe, you failed at it too. Another failure to add on to your list.
But for a second, think if you succeeded at everything you did. Would you ever try something new? Try a new way? Would you make an effort to do anything? And now think if you succeeded at it too. Would you ever get to try again?
So, maybe, just maybe, failures aren’t that bad after all, and failing at a few things is far better than succeeding at them. You might not see it like that, but everyone around you does, believe me, for I’m one of them.
Do you know why you failed? I made it happen. Do you know why you tried? I made it happen. And do you know why everything went wrong? Because I made it happen. Why everything is right now? I made it happen.
The fire at your restaurant, the buzzing crowd, the car crash, the new car, the exam result, the break up, the wedding, the suicide, the newborn, the long medical bill, the loan, the debt, the law, the success, and everything and anything that led you to being here, right now, it was all me.
No one can be happy at all times, no one can frown at all time. No one can have a constant, no one cannot know what it is like to have everything, or lose it all in one go. You can be at the top of your world, you can be at the apex of the highest mountain, but cannot trust the snow beneath, and you cannot trust the skies above.
I’m not a friend, I’m not your enemy, I’m not a deity you worship, nor am I a demon that could be killed. I don’t flow like the wind, I am not steady like the earth, I don’t need a vessel like water, nor do I breathe free like fire, I’m not cold, I’m not warm. I am a power. I am Fate.
Maybe it’s just me, or it has always been around and I just noticed it recently, but a lot of people around me are giving up on things the shouldn’t. A lot of people around me are not sure about what they are doing. It might just be the age and the phase that we are in but it is all around me.
Sometimes, packing up your bags, leaving home, and running away from everything sounds perfect. Just get out of wherever you are and hide in a cave far away from everything there is, was or will be. But thinking about it, probably staying alone was what made pushed you there, and talking to someone might just help. It will break your thought tunnel and lead you to a new world of open windows.
You can talk to me too! I’m not saying I know everything and I will help you out, because I don’t and I can’t, but I would hear you out. I would give you a hand out of the pit or maybe we could stay in the pit together, at least it won’t be dark, lonely, or frightening anymore. And someday, we’ll figure a way out.
I never said I love you, I never said I like you as much. I was just saying how things could have been different if I did, and you did too. It was just a story, where I talked and you heard, I was a fiction that sounded real, and maybe you fell in love with the surreal.
I never said I want to be with you, I never meant that I want to hug you. I just said it would have been like Stardust, if and when we hugged. When I would have wrapped my arms around you, when I could be your pillow to cry on, and I would be your arms to laugh in, and I would see you smile in my chest, and you would have complained about my hug being too tight. And Stardust isn’t real, just like our hug, it is only in the stories.
I never said I’m falling for you, I never meant to compliment your eyes so. I just said that if and when I would have looked into them after a long tiring day, they would have brightened up my soul, it would have been the most amazing sight in the world that I would return to see every single night. And I would have treasured it, every time I looked into them, and when they shone like gems against sunlight. I never looked into them, for they were closed when I spoke, and it was just a story.
I never said I wanted to place a ring on your fingers, I just said it would be amazing. I would have taken you to your office every day of the week, and we would go to movies and shopping every single weekend. We would have long drives, sit by the beach, the sea, the mountains, the hay, the farms, the grasslands, the barns, the flowerbeds, the cities, the rooftops, and… and… adore the view, while we soak in each other, making memories and capturing laughs. I said it would have been amazing like it is in the stories.
I never said you were my protagonist, I never said she looks like you. I just said that her hair are hazel brown, just like her eyes, I don’t know what color to call it, but they do look like yours. I just said she’s shorter than me, and she loves to wear white shirts and blue jeans, you just happened to wear the same while you stood next to me. I just said she loves chocolates and carries them around in the basket of her bike, like you carry some for me when you come to meet me. You were never my protagonist because you are real and she isn’t, just like the fiction tale.
I never said I love you, I never said I like you as much, I just said if things would have been different, if we weren’t far apart, even as we stood abreast, if I wrote the story, I would have said it.
Stand by a cliff, look down, jump.
A new life, a new beginning, a new start. Or maybe, just walk away from the cliff, and pretend that your old life jumped off. The old you died today, it is time to let go of the grudges, it is time to let the pain settle, it is time to make friends, again.
The only thing that remains is the experience, skill, and degrees. Nothing else. It is time to let go of the battles and quarrels of the past and hug the person again. It is time to let go of the failures and see the goal again. It is time to run the road.
It might not be as easy as it sounds and it might not be the best thing you’ve decided to do all along, but it might be the best for you right now. Sometimes, more than the reason behind doing something isn’t as important as the purpose.
And now that you are running again, this time, remember, money isn’t everything. Success is not earning billions and hating your life so much that it takes you to the cliff, it is about being able to pay the bills and doing what you love to do. Earning less is fine, loving less isn’t.
Don’t torture yourself, instead, love you.
We meet a lot of people in life. Some by chance, some by fate, and some you meet but you don’t interact with them. You just saw them passing by, or doing something around you. You still met them, from the corner of your eye, or you were just supposed to see them, because something is going to happen next.
You’ve met them and you didn’t even notice them but they did and then they somehow turn up, bringing a very twisted turn in your life.
They just look at you all weirdly when you don’t recognize them. They just stare at you like it is a crime that you don’t recognize them, and they hold a grudge on you for that.
You try to remember what set them off so bad only to realize that you can’t remember anything. You’ve just “met” them, there is nothing you can do about it. It sounds like a prejudice towards you.
And sometimes they, they give you a hint or sometimes you have a hint that you’ve seen them before, but you don’t know when and where and you cannot think of a reason why you set off somebody so badly.
You’ve seen them before, but not sure when and where.
At times, all of us have been just to logy about the things we need to do. We delay it to the next day, and then to the next, and then to the day after it.
We have been logy about the our responsibilities and just keep on procrastinating them. We blame it on a long day to make us sluggish. We blame it on everything else but on ourselves.
Like I have been with this blog. Ending it here, on the 100 word mark. I’m not logy, I am just tired from the long day.
I had my submissions, exams and traveled for about 2 hours, okay? Better blog tomorrow.
No I’m not Logy!
You’ve loved someone with all your heart, and you are ready to give up everything for them, and it is not just your thought, your actions show the same thing as well.
They take the first step and call you when they need you the most, like always, because you are the only one who would hear them out, always, like an idiot. Forgetting everything from the past, you just go to help them out. You think this will mark a new start but the old them returns and you don’t exist anymore after that day.
You call them, and you ask a favor, not even a favor, but say you just ask for a phone number that they already have. They say they will try, and then weeks and months pass by but you never hear from them ever again. You call again but to the same result. And then you call again, and this time even before you can tell them anything, they just disconnect saying they are busy.
Everyone told you it’s not worth your time, everyone told you that you are better off without them, but you just thought you could rekindle a lost friendship if nothing else.
You have grown over the years, you have developed over the months and you have so much more than you ever had when you growth was being staggered when you were around them. You are making progress in your career, at your personal front and you are hitting your goals. But recently, you’ve started staggering again.
The good old, use and throw, or just play around with the prey starts hitting your mind again. It may not be the case, this time around, you might be just overacting. This time around the problem might actually be real, and they tried even. And maybe it’s all in your head, or maybe defending them is all in your head.
The past always kicks in. Fool me once, fool me twice, not thrice? Or are you making a fool out of yourself this time?
What do you do, when you thought your life is running on a highway and there was an opportunity to put the 6th gear, but your 6th gear was your reverse? And what do you do when the past hits you again?
Well, maybe just sit down and let it flow? Or maybe, push it again until you break again? Or maybe you are just an overreacting kid, not giving enough room to people to be human? Or maybe that kid died years ago and it’s the mind that speaks the truth? Or maybe it is time to let go.
Have you ever been so caught up in things around you that you don’t even have time for your own self? You are just sitting in the spot every day, thinking today would be different. Today you would have some time for yourself and you’ll make the change that you wanted from a very long time.
But as the day proceeds you are just sitting there, being all tied up in your everyday grinding. You don’t have time for what you thought you would do today, but today, you don’t have time for something you do every other day. Suppose you take a five-minute tea break every day but today you can’t do that either.
Your personal activities are being cut down one by one and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it?
Well, that is something that happened to me over the past week. A lot has changed in a week and I actually don’t have the time to write an article out.
And that’s why I’ve been off, again. I know that is bad but trust me there is hardly anything I can do about it. I’ve been caught up into something. Well, a lot of things. A lot has happened in the past week and I will update it don’t worry but right now, I’m just tied up.
One day, I’ll pack up my bags and be gone. When you come to see me in my room, I would not be there. My stuff would not be there, my signs of existence would not be there, I would not be there.
I would be gone, gone far beyond the places where you could reach, far beyond your reach so that you could not find me. The number of times I have seen the airport and the railways I should have been gone by now. But, the idea of seeing you one more time before I leave holds me back. I should be gone, but the idea of never seeing you again holds me back.
I do stay, but only to see you once again. Then, I ask you to come along and you only laugh at how stupid it would be to leave everything behind, and then you laugh, again, and I want to go and leave you back, again.
I would be gone someday, someday really soon, but I still think that one day you’ll see what I actually plan for us. But if you cannot be with me, when I make our castle, I would rather not have you in the castle. I would tell my guards to never let you even look at the marvel.
I can do so much more, but not in this place, where I am suffocating and I cannot do anything without telling everyone what I plan to do. I can do so much more if I’m not constantly under surveillance where you come and check if I’m even productive or not. I can do so much more, if I am not here.
One day, I’ll be gone. Backpacking all over the world, or just staying somewhere, where it feels like home. One day, I’ll be gone, when I’ll be done. One day, I’ll be gone. Never to return, never to be seen.
I want to be a singer, and I want to dance while I sing. I want to live life like a King being at the top, and I want to start without anything, right from the bottom.
I want to write about myself, and I want to write about you, I want to write about the people I meet, and I want to write about the people who I might never meet. I want to feel every emotion a story shares, I want to be heartless when I write my own.
I want to know the story behind everyone, I want to know the story no one shares. I want to write stories that have already spoken out, I want to write stories that are confined to the hearts. I want to write stories that will change lives on the face of the earth, I want to write stories that just entertain people.
I want to explore the world and the worlds of the universe, I want to sit at home and make it my own universe.
I want to be a wolf, I want to be a cat, I want to be a tiger, I want to be a rat.
I want to be on a hill, I want to relax by the beach, I want to dig the soil, and go where even I can’t reach.
I want to be discovered, renowned and be famous, I want to nameless, unknown, anonymous. I want to sign autographs whenever I set my foot out, I want to just relax, put in my earphones and look at the sun go down.
I want to be me, I want to be you, I want to be him, I want to be that. I want to be everything at once.