This is going to make me sound like a nerd but as soon as we are born, we start falling into such intricately designed patterns that are meant for everyone of us to fall in. Spinal cord reflex patterns. Natural intrinsic patterns. Yet so helplessly boring synonymous patterns. Boring, old school, cliche patterns.
Crawl when you are 6 months old. Walk when you are 9 months old. Grow out the teeth by the 7th month. Recognize your mother at the end of the first month. Cry till someone picks you up. Drink milk and barf it on your mothers shoulder.
This is not my story, Its your story. It everyone's story. Just because we all began the same way, we all are going to end the same way, in bellies of little worms. And in between, there is a period of mere 55-60 years while we pretend to be otherwise. We take pride in the fact that we are different.
No.
You, and you, and yes you too. You all are mistaken.
I am mistaken.
Greatly.
Tremendously.
To the limit that my limited synonyms will run out and our similarity of situations will still maintain the monotony of our feeble existence.
We start school, terrified. We come back miserable. A little better after a few days. Because we now have companionship. Some friend, who is just like us.
How can a little kid know the truth that evades the maturest minds and then later forget it? How?
This is all a mystery of human mind, neither I nor anyone else can hope to unravel it.
But no matter how much we pretend to be otherwise, we depend upon the old, set patterns.
May it be a pattern of use and abuse.
Of lying and being lied to.
of hurting and being hurt.
of killing and dying.
of smiling and looking wistfully at it.
We are so secure in our patterns that the thought of changing our rut destroys us more powerfully than the abuse and parasitism itself.
Why cant we be clear about what makes us happy and pursue that?
It sounds so poetic, that I almost believe it myself for one fleeting minute, that "You can fall out of your patterns, if you want to."
Can I?
Probably.
Its hard to prune the ugly out of your life, even more difficult when you have been cultivating that ugliness under your wings since you were a child. But what is life if spent singularly? What is the plus of our existence if not our happiness?
I am a selfish person. I would rather sell all my jewels, my books (my precious books), my time, my friends even but never sell my happiness.
Happiness is single most important thing in life.
Because life is just too short and sad to be lived in compromises that you merely don't want to fall out of.
Move on.
Smile.
Its that easy.
Crawl when you are 6 months old. Walk when you are 9 months old. Grow out the teeth by the 7th month. Recognize your mother at the end of the first month. Cry till someone picks you up. Drink milk and barf it on your mothers shoulder.
This is not my story, Its your story. It everyone's story. Just because we all began the same way, we all are going to end the same way, in bellies of little worms. And in between, there is a period of mere 55-60 years while we pretend to be otherwise. We take pride in the fact that we are different.
No.
You, and you, and yes you too. You all are mistaken.
I am mistaken.
Greatly.
Tremendously.
To the limit that my limited synonyms will run out and our similarity of situations will still maintain the monotony of our feeble existence.
We start school, terrified. We come back miserable. A little better after a few days. Because we now have companionship. Some friend, who is just like us.
How can a little kid know the truth that evades the maturest minds and then later forget it? How?
This is all a mystery of human mind, neither I nor anyone else can hope to unravel it.
But no matter how much we pretend to be otherwise, we depend upon the old, set patterns.
May it be a pattern of use and abuse.
Of lying and being lied to.
of hurting and being hurt.
of killing and dying.
of smiling and looking wistfully at it.
We are so secure in our patterns that the thought of changing our rut destroys us more powerfully than the abuse and parasitism itself.
Why cant we be clear about what makes us happy and pursue that?
It sounds so poetic, that I almost believe it myself for one fleeting minute, that "You can fall out of your patterns, if you want to."
Can I?
Probably.
Its hard to prune the ugly out of your life, even more difficult when you have been cultivating that ugliness under your wings since you were a child. But what is life if spent singularly? What is the plus of our existence if not our happiness?
I am a selfish person. I would rather sell all my jewels, my books (my precious books), my time, my friends even but never sell my happiness.
Happiness is single most important thing in life.
Because life is just too short and sad to be lived in compromises that you merely don't want to fall out of.
Move on.
Smile.
Its that easy.
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