Just for a moment, a gaze so firm ,so furious, burning eyes, of agony,of anger, disappointment too, all together, this is what i can see right now. God forbid. can remember Japanese legend writer Murakami "In a sense, I'am the one who ruined me. I did it myself"
So life is unpredictable proving day by day ,every step of mine like speculation. Today writing is just releasing anger and stress and it should be like this, if not always then at least for some time. How therapeutic it is when writing without thinking of any reader, just writing like an open diary, never had thought i can release stress with punch on keys , this poison called anger.
When fight is between you and only you, the toughest one, but this too was destined to do ,when anarchy isn't only outside but within inside , when chaos isn't just of images but of thoughts too, conflicts in every thought ,but this is transformation. This process makes you to survive in more harsh situation, making you to believe in unveiled strength of yourself ...
In book "The Alchemist " the Shepard boy realizes real treasure wasn't in far pyramids of Egypt nor in church or fields of Spain but in the voyage , in pursuit of treasure all the obstacle he met , all the lesson he learn ,treasure was the memories of happiness and sorrow , the journey itself was treasure, same true for all of us too , but sometimes we forget this or our gaze disillusioned .
Sometimes there is nothing called good or bad , right or wrong all are just different aspects of same thing, all are just right in their own perspectives, who we are to blame ,who we are to judge them , its only time"s work and right , time not just heals but it justify. People arnt bad they are just different from us and we make our belief on base of our prejudices. when frame of reference changes things changes a lot, might be what i always believe is entirely different from truth, and that's why it is said "Truth is eternal ".
So life is unpredictable proving day by day ,every step of mine like speculation. Today writing is just releasing anger and stress and it should be like this, if not always then at least for some time. How therapeutic it is when writing without thinking of any reader, just writing like an open diary, never had thought i can release stress with punch on keys , this poison called anger.
When fight is between you and only you, the toughest one, but this too was destined to do ,when anarchy isn't only outside but within inside , when chaos isn't just of images but of thoughts too, conflicts in every thought ,but this is transformation. This process makes you to survive in more harsh situation, making you to believe in unveiled strength of yourself ...
In book "The Alchemist " the Shepard boy realizes real treasure wasn't in far pyramids of Egypt nor in church or fields of Spain but in the voyage , in pursuit of treasure all the obstacle he met , all the lesson he learn ,treasure was the memories of happiness and sorrow , the journey itself was treasure, same true for all of us too , but sometimes we forget this or our gaze disillusioned .
Sometimes there is nothing called good or bad , right or wrong all are just different aspects of same thing, all are just right in their own perspectives, who we are to blame ,who we are to judge them , its only time"s work and right , time not just heals but it justify. People arnt bad they are just different from us and we make our belief on base of our prejudices. when frame of reference changes things changes a lot, might be what i always believe is entirely different from truth, and that's why it is said "Truth is eternal ".
So far these are some random thought, anger which is releasing through writing, some conflicts within me, its good asking yourself questions then suddenly getting all answers , things never remain same when any drastic happen but slowly slowly it tries to come on same path again, what we thinks in childhood we found ourselves surrounding with same in old age. because in end we again came back to starting point, as like in race it's end is the same starting point .its just circle, eventually we came back from where we starts. All Napolian came back to their roots, we will also, after wandering a lot, we will also on same track perhaps at end. Till then just enjoy the journey.
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