Saturday, June 11, 2016

Show Me The Money

"They say' money attracts money! well I wonder how wondrous torture it could be".

If only, I wish, that money could buy, money! for anything else is just illusion, and there is absolutely nothing you could hold on to, if you don't have money in your guts, to impress thee.

I have found ways to do miracles with it, but seldom found it to attract envious rivalry, bellyache bitches and dismal aftereffect.

Its been a while , years actually, I have been passed, from one hand to other, assuming it to be one kind of a barter deal, lending to another(they are so alike, you cant make a difference), shelling out more pesos, tossed here and there, with a faith that something shall come to a better end, but as they say" tomorrow is never promised", I still have to promise my faith to the fore front and latch it up and safeguard, if I could.

"This fugitive, miscreant felon has fled from my pockets & I am still trying to revive thee".

Why do we have to be friends with such transitional souls, in this existence of cycle of life, why we have to prove them or us righteous and wrong and compete? Why we have to be rebellious or calm, and yet ,let the world turn absolute disaster. Why we have to walk our way to such coextending utter absurdity when we could chose our own path, why we have to seldom chose wrong directions to the righteous routes, Why do we have to be friends with everything and anything else, that was inconsequential, and was a mere predilection that was just not there, never existed.

I have seen quite a handful lot who will do anything and everything for it. The filthy rich pretend to be poor, and as lame as they sound, there lifestyle could be of rich and famous, but there hearts are as petite and low as nothing. Few wretched blockheads who pretend to be an intellectual lot, often play games, fooling everyone around. These are the ones who wear mask impersonating to be who they are not.

Sad but true we run into people who we bump into and have no way out. We only can pretend that it was the wiser and easier way to deal with the situation when we personate. Lame as it gets, and deranged as it inundates you in and out. This grandiose, deceitful appearance, in the most promising fraudulent ,deep-seated-ness preoccupies more and more, dwells deeper and deeper, in and around, until it settles down in layers, stockpiled on to your very own being, and no matter how hard you struggle to skirmish a combat with and let it go, it leaves its footprints. Its an influence that corrupts your piousness.

This long list of swindler misanthropists that follows you, might turn you down any now and then, they shall wheedle you & grind there own axe"

May your adherence and fidelity to thee wherewithal strengthen in earnestness. - Anonymous

I Don't Understand

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

Thinking is a full time job, and we’re still unemployed. We all think a lot, don’t we? I hadn’t been planning to write specifically about thinkers, but then, the universe is the wittiest strategist, right? We all have a person in our life who thinks more than we can think of thinking. He is not a mind reader, but he can be a strong conversationalist and quite a keen observer. Talk to him once and he can unfold all the closed chapters of your life. I have developed a kind of liking for the people like them. Although the reasons why you must befriend with someone who think a lot, is too long to sum up, but a few of them are as follows.

“I don’t understand” is a beautiful phrase. There is nothing demeaning in conceding to the fact that we aren’t, we can’t be omniscient. And those three words won’t ever be said too much. Pretending to have an opinion on things because that’s the only way to avoid getting flak from the intellectual elitists has become the new norm. It is the easiest escape route to fit into the nerd culture. We spend most of our time forming half baked opinions on things that are the talk of the town, and then spend the rest of our lives defending those opinions, working ourselves to the bone, getting increasingly agitated and confused…until we forget why we decided to take a certain stand to begin with.

When you stopped wanting to die or kill yourself, what was it that changed or stopped you? I find it impossible to live with my depression any more, I see what it's tied upon but it's tied of variables that are out of my control. Instead of softened empathy, you’ll hear all kinds of platitudes of how life’s sucker punch will make you stronger. Others will say it is part of some big mysterious universal plan that you are not allowed to know about, and that you simply must accept it (get over it). Then some will say the trauma was a good thing to bring about change in your life. This notion that having your heart ripped out can make you stronger is nonsense. Destruction weakens you. It is the nature of the beast. Pain and suffering do not fortify you. They act like an anchor dragging you further and further into a dark pit. Its very hard to say this because I do not want to talk to anyone any more about it. I am simply exhausted and I don't want to burden other people with it or tell them and receive the stupidest answers. So I'm asking you, although I don't know how this will change anything. I wish someone could show up, place their hand on my forehead and say "it will be over soon". Sometimes I think of the bad days I thought I'd never survive and the number is zero. That should be fulfilling enough, but I guess there's something different working for everyone.

At the end of the day I think the only universal lesson is to let go of people and things that break your spirit. Once broken, you can repair it. But it takes time. It takes sometimes longer than the situation that broke it in first place. I don't know. Not all wishes that come true materialise the way we wanted. So do we need to make more mathematically argumented wishes, or is life simply a long row of check-ins in recovery?

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry. - Anonymous