Happiness is all we want yet we are afraid to be happy.
We do not want to lose what we have. What if we lose everything? Fear is everywhere eating our souls.
Darkness is swallowing the light.
Why not surrender to darkness and see what happens.
Why not willingly be helpless?
At times, surrendering require more strength than courage to oppose.
Why not leave and do nothing.
What if we lose everything? You fear loss? I say, what if you gain more?
I say, What if this darkness is the way to light? What if it everything get better?
I say, What if all you find after this sorrow is happiness. Never ending happiness. Till the end and after the end.
Before going all “Divine-ion” (pardon me for coining this word if there is a already a word for it) lets talk about our communications system first. Don’t worry I am not a science freak. These are only a few lines about it.
We started with snail mails and going through a very complex and huge structured systems now we communicate through very intelligent wireless communication systems. Well, it is for us, the common people. Who knows how advance the technology has become? The great minds alive must be using some other high technological systems and advancing even more. When the creatures’ invention is so powerful, imagine, how powerful can be the Creator’s communication system?
It is a no-brainer, actually.
The system should be far more strong than our systems. With more than zillion connections, the signals never get weakened anywhere. Perfect! With many uploads and downloads and sharing, it just keep working all the time without even a single connection getting out of order or something. The signals are everywhere and they are pretty strong indeed.
Why do I feel disconnected then?
There is only one answer that pops up when I think about the disconnection. There is something wrong with the device, the receptor. The system can never go wrong even for a single link. I need to check my device and ask the Provider to help me fix it. The system has already detect the broken link. Help will arrive soon.
Okay, so mine is not working properly. Have you checked yours? Have you asked for help?
Ask for help. The help line works all the time! Believe me.
I wish they could see when their demons take control over them.
Their eyes lose the light and a grave invisible darkness took place of it. Horrible. Horrible!
Dead eyes sucking up all the light around. Darkening and darkening. Horrible grave darkness!
Their skin suddenly become dead leather. I wish they could see their own reflections in the victim’s face.
I wish they could see how they victimize themselves. When their demons become tired of eating others’ they start swallowling their own soul. They become a black hole which gulpse down everything and then its own self. In the end nothing left.
Only a body, walking dead. Lonliness. A terror. A space that echoes back their own voices.
I wish they could see.
I wish they could anticipate the loss to come.
Unconditional love, warmth, glow in eyes, radiant faces and devotion; this can spread smile of satisfaction on your lips and a calmness in your heart but it is NONSENSE! Really. Love is a fantasy created by some French theatre artists. People loved to watch their plays about this hypothetical concept and they started liking it. Slowly, it became norm.
But Hello!!! It does not exist. If you have ever given someone that unconditional love you must be well aware of the heartache it causes.
It disturbs hearts, distresses brains, and stomach. I am sure people were not aware of the heartburn, acid refluxes and nausea before this French concept of… NO!!!! not French fries!!! I am talking about love here and your mind was wandering in the kitchen? Go and make those freaking potato chips. Eat, pray but DONT love.
Have you seen someone going mad with all the frustrations in life? We, humans sometimes act like a silkworm. We weave a shell around ourselves and if help does not arrive we die inside those cocoons. Not all have the courage to fight and break themselves free. The best thing about those small shelters is; they seem so secure because they are closed. But when they wrap the humans and the there is no way for air and light, the prisoner dies.
“What a nice Sunday morning!”, Myself woke up with shiny eyes.
“But it is Friday “, Me put on the spectacles.
“So what? Can you tell the day just by looking into the sky?”, Myself said in a lively tone.
“Uh! I dont like you! Go away! “, Me is always cranky. God knows why.
“You liberate yourself! Everyday is the same. You have imprisoned yourself by naming them”, Myself has some strange philosophies.
“Urgh! Lecture!” Me grinded teeth.
“Okay. Leave it. Let’s start tha day and get up. I wanna a cup of …tea..with lemon and honey”, Myself was already feeling the energy of a healthy start.
“Why? Are you sick?”, Me loves to be sarcastic.
Every morning this war is started. till now about more than 90% Me is winning. In this fight between Me and Myself, I am confused!
Days goes by and you become newer and newer day by day while the older you kept sliding away with the passing time. One of the strangest feeling is to somehow meet the ‘older you’. It sometimes happen unwillingly, but the same can be done by detaching yourself from this very moment for a while.
Take a deep breathe and sit back. Think. Go back some years ago. Who were you? What were you? What have you become now? How the circumstances have changed you? How stronger are you?
Meeting the old you is not easy. Believe me. In some aspects, you cannot make eye contact with your own self. While some of your choices and situations have made you proud of yourself.
The older you bring back a sense of familiarity. The feeling that many of us crave because no one likes uncertainty and this moment when you are reading this is full of only one thing: uncertainty.
Think about every strange place you can imagine. Picture in your mind every strange happening or anyone or anything that you think cannot be real. Now let me tell you one thing; all that you imagine was not only a piece of your wild imagination, but it also exist somewhere in the universe. Humans do not make thoughts they catch them from somewhere out there. We are mere receptors of thoughts and emitters of the same thoughts that we have received.
Whatever, you dream, exists. Yes, even if you dream of yourself flying. You are capable of flying and a part of you fly. Think of yourself as a being who have the power to transform. The part of yourself that you saw was flying, it flies. You catch a glimpse of yourself flying and transfer it to the form you are aware of at this moment. Sometimes you remember it and sometimes you forget it.
If you thought about some creature half man-half chicken, it, too, exists. It is existing somewhere in time and space right in this very moment too.
How illogical or absurd it feels! It is my theory. I believe in it.
Many who clicked it to read will think like there is a monkey somewhere maintaining a blog. I would like to say that you are mixing up two things. The thought you had about my blog and a blogger monkey. Good news is; a blogger monkey is also writing a blog post somewhere in time and space. I, I am human. Proof? First, prove that you are not a robot 😀