There were 10,000 or so blog posts of mine just a few months ago and that number has swelled to almost 15,000!!! I can only expect something like this from someone like myself, not from anybody from this planet Earth or any other alien life-forms in this universe. Just in case if anyone is wondering, … Continue reading Fifteen Thousand Blog Posts… and still counting!
In this dream today, I was attending a marriage event alongwith someone I have been admiring (her beauty) since long. There was a guy on the bed and probably minding his own business. I noticed that he was looking at my (oh well, technically not mine) woman. I started to piss him off and he … Continue reading Dream Series: Pissing Someone Off
Let's suppose you are born to a woman who is regarded as a man-eater. Or worse, a prostitute. She has always been played with, hence she plays them in return. Coming from such a woman, would you ever want to take any human seriously, compassionately, etc.? Of course not. No matter how big of a … Continue reading If Humans Are Not Toys Then What Are They?
A particle right next to another particle (in a stone) is the oldest expression of love, no matter how much they squeeze each other that many different colors and forms (of love) are born. Similarly, all of us have our own definition of love and despite many religions and/or social forms (kingdoms & their laws) … Continue reading Violent Definition Of Love
A writer usually forgets another role i.e. a reader. He/she was a reader once upon a time before becoming a writer. Now, things are permanently different for a writer. They can't seem to enjoy someone's creative word without wanting to change, modify it just like a driver who can't bear another driver right next to … Continue reading A Writer Sampling Another Writer’s Words
If you are silent you are dead, And if you speak you are dead, So speak and die.” —Assassinated Algerian writer Tahar Djaout https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBQTyOsJG7o https://www.amazon.com/Last-Summer-Reason-Tahar-Djaout/dp/0803215916 And be careful about the ones who use (or abuse) such awesome spirit's works by showcasing them in their own works (literature, arts, video, audio, etc), hence seeking second-grade (actually … Continue reading True Life
Irene is nobody but a fictional character in my life that keeps on changing bodies or their real existence. I was looking at the only picture album where people have remained same and it is named as; MY OWN PERSONAL This is the oldest and the only album that has never changed faces. There was, … Continue reading Me Myself And Irene
Back in old days, one could become Ghengiz Khan or Alexander The Great to conquer the world. Today, its the hideous (and secretive) owners of money i.e. Credit Cards, Banks, etc who secretly bathe in their victories over people's lives who are alive like some zombies, not really alive like the ones back in old … Continue reading Mass Murderer Or A Ruler Of Hearts
Mine would be; "It was fun to enjoy this planet Earth with you". What would be yours?
Before I say anything, I’d let this gem of a soul speak for herself;
“I am tired of living in such a greedy World. Those that don’t want to live simply but will do everything to simply live. Live in the manner of their own choosing. Something that continues to erode the spirit and the mind. Something that will forever keep us bound to our problems and will never truly let us be set free and fly. Sometimes I feel like I am in control and on top of things. Other times I feel like I am at my wits end. What keeps me moving forward is reminding myself we are all truly bound to this period in time together. If I can make your experience better by being happy and positive and reaching out a hand just imagine if you were on the other side reaching too. We are all guilty of loving our superficial over inflated lives just a tad too much. Maybe it is simply enough to live humbly and let the humbly live too.”
The above does not need any explaining. Let your soul digest what hers described in such an eloquent way. Totally made my day and probably for the rest of life, I’d continue referring back to her with the same philosophy that I have myself carried since decades across continents of this planet Earth.
In the same post, she raises an interesting question;
“The man who gave me life really couldn’t care less about me and my family. Can somebody tell me how to move past that?”
She’s talking about her dad who may have his own issues (or scars). But a daughter looking up to her dad to define what a man should be or look like, is so natural and perfectly normal. Let’s blame our quest for the ideal that can’t seem to surpass the imperfections with which every human (man or a woman) is born with.
Later in the post, talking about relationships between stranger men and women (the love thingy, you know), she says;
“Nor should we tie our happiness to somebody else’s.”
This is very confusing at least for me. Of course, I’m happy all by myself. But what is wrong in looking for “more” happiness? Fear of rejection? Fear of not having it reciprocated? Oh well. If you are a happy individual, no matter how messed up or confused the other half of yours is, you’d still stay happy naturally, getting past their own imperfections and actually embracing them as the unique combination of good+evil they came pre-packaged with to this planet Earth.
I always boldly go in seeking “more” happiness out there from birds, trees, oceans and people. And since I’m already well-prepared for the worst while expecting the best at the same time, hence I’m rarely disappointed. Thanks to the philosophy of Dale Carnegie.
I want to know what did she mean when she said;
” I have never given so much to have everything thrown back.”
Hopefully I’d hear from such a precious soul someday about it. Totally enjoyed an amazing soul-searching of hers via a great choice of words. People like her make this world worth living and having fun.
I always wanted to fit it. Always. I was a shy young girl and found it hard at first but making friends became easy. It was keeping them that was a bit harder. My desire to fit in was more like a desire…a desire to be popular but only with the boys. I guess that is where my first misguided misconceptions started to form. Surely little by little I started making choices and friends that gravitated me towards the wrong crowd. It is not like a grew up sheltered, I just grew up with a strong desire to be close to my family. Nothing else really mattered until I ventured off into school. And it wasn’t right away. As youngsters are personalities were just forming. We were just learning about arts, crafts, sports, music. We all had our “thing” and mine was surely boys.
I do not know exactly what…
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