Being what you never want to be is a fun in itself… we all want to see a stranger... we want to see someone who does not know his destination.. It gives us a false sense of security... we feel victorious…. but mostly it makes us feel company.. We feel that we are not alone lost in the island of life... we feel we have people whom we can copy if we want... But the fun is...we never accept this...we never accept this to ourselves…or rather…we don’t want to show that we r accepting it….
We love to say that we don’t believe in God... but in moments of solitude..we close our eyes to see d divine n supreme power to whom we can complaint of the innumerable spirits around us…we r like an infant…and ask for a wish…we all want to see our own Peter Pan…but the problem is…..we fail to see the beauty of darkness and we switch on the light…and then we again become the non-religious stud. .and we succeed to take another step backward…..
What we want is seldom what we love…but what we love…we are always afraid to want it…coz we all r afraid of losing it… the strongest one amongst us is the soul who can look at the eyes of his reflection in the mirror….not like most of us who tame our will power not to pierce through the pair of windows in the mirror… who are we hiding from..??? are we hiding from the dictator or we r hiding from the self-dictatorship… a true human is the one who succeeds in dictating himself and still avoids a suicide…. A sight so vast that you can see the end, and still can stop yourself from touching it… A paradise of human curse is what you call your home… You stand truly victorious when you raise your voice to call it your “own”…
We don’t fail when cannot do something…. We fail when we do something and then cannot see the beauty in it…. The past is a sore we all want to scratch, but how often do we feel that the past could be a strong tool for introspection..??? Being inside a womb is the greatest pleasure, but why do we forget it can at times, suffocate us to death… If courage is what we want, but then, why do we love seeing night mares..???
The fact is... we all know death is inevitable, but we love to be afraid of it… We know we will have to die, but we love the hide n seek we play with death…. The more we live; we feel that with every passing day we defeat death yet another time…. We prove a soothsayer wrong every day…. And the morning fear of the ‘ides of March is defeated every night…. And a new Julius Ceaser is born with every rising Sun…
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