"Just because we increase the speed of information doesn't mean we can increase the speed of decisions. Pondering, reflecting and ruminating are undervalued skills in our culture." - #Dale_Dauten
"Every dog has a day! & every day has a dog!"
These frequent and fluid fecal evacuations (intestinal disorder), would drain you out at the most weird of hours. I wont take you down to the detailing. I am sure everyone undergoes & understands the equal amount of emotional and physical torture that goes in (and out). There has been this tummy upset days, beside these irritating nose blocks, cough, cold times at the odd intervals. I so wished they just vanished away and disappeared completely. More food and liquids go in, more of everything else seems to come out.
In between these, nuances, hogging on to your favorite set of dish and getting entertained, there is this parallel contrasting human nature to the destiny's sweet and sour act of karma, layering down its piled penetrating onset of illusions - clear and blindfolded set of intellectual & foolish socio-materialistic approach to life. The present, past and future viciously taking you on a roller coaster ride 'merry go around'.
In between everything and anything else, there you stand figuring the mischievous ordeals of life's act, enacting what's there, and whats not, perturbed about the near future, and this present state of trying to indulge yourself and call in everyone to be a part of it to sort it out. Most of the times you stand alone, and at times you bring this fleet of sheep that might have one black or one white, among the contrast full set of intellectual, blissful sane and a fearful idiot.
Very few of them effortlessly come in handy and others are like the ones dug from the grave, back to the surface of the earth and given one fine speech from a scratch. trying to sort them out pretty well with updated version of your existence in abundance light. pity full state, when you know it could be a useless act of time wasting and energy degrading episodes of this circular geometric of time consuming study, no matter how good or bad one would be in the subject. Everyone would have there own theories and everyone else would act if they knew everything else, and other person had no say in anything, and what all he/she did was a mistake, and there were the the rectifiers who would make a difference, and bring about this change. As they say there is absolutely no harm in grooming the sheep, if it comes down to something eventful and with no harm done, with a end result that's pretty much at ease.
Yes true , when you are worried about something that bothers at the back of your head, you feel all the more ill and weak, and everything else sounds pathetically uneventful and makes you all the more restless and you try to avoid all that is necessary. & between the good and evil, no matter how hard you try or care a damn about the nuances that evoke, provoke, involve, evolve & struggle to overcome, what all you can, and would or should. The rest lies there in a perceptively rationale logistics of a logical terminological utter confusion.
People around me are like condensed set of evaporated chaos, settling down to there comforted mess, piled on with that fabulous dress. I wish there could ever see themselves and others with thy naked eye, inside out. Comforted mess imply's they will be in mess, or make it messier for others, on a contrast full of eventful episodes via verbal and action oriented by and large peculiarities of a lifetime span.
No one seems to love the sober you, everyone thinks its there business to poke when all the best they could do is advise, but of no avail action oriented set of packaged deals that wont suffice barter. Its like a re-union of old and and new set of human beings, once again trying to adjust and sort the jigsaw puzzle, by there capable intellect and presumptions based judgmental blame game. Everyone seems to be running after something or the other, despite unaware of the end result, they would push it further, poke in deep, point finger, hump down & calibrate there joysticks.
At times its not easy, and uncomfortable to find comfort in everything around that is going to the nuts.
Choose wisely between your enemies and friends, get sorted. & If it is not in your hands to do away with the enemies, try addressing all the ways you could keep in the friends handy, so you don't stand alone by yourself when you are face to face with your enemy.. I know it can go pretty lousy and stalking at times, when your life, goes public and becomes a talk of the town. there would be more of a times, when you would stand alone, and the ones that don't trust your decision would be strangers, and the ones who would know you more then you could yourself ever, would ever, advise and stand beside. The ones you could blindfold yourself and let it go with are the ones that make life worthy. There will be times, when no one else would take you serious, or consider you righteous, and you would go through those lectured piece of advisory board room, wanking its bulge over your pretty ass. Once all of this and all of that is done, remember it all happened, made you strong, and you learned your way (pretty well) out to the world's busiest en-route called life.
"Statutory warnings are meant to be read, and taken into consideration"
Calibrate your joystick to avoid this Incautious ride! - help each other grow instead of destroying each-other! - Anonymous