Its funny how being one in seven billion is considered a privilege, and its supposed to make us unique. But me, I just feel more and more like a miniscule drop of water in a glass, trying its best to eveporate into elation, desperately bumping here and there for energy and perspective.
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Who Do You Love Most?
The world today lacks originality. We lack real innovation because we focus on what has been done, yet, ironically, we never learn from our past mistakes. This lack of originality has led us to fall into another Great Depression (which we study with such fascination), of sorts. We wait for another Renaissance, without realizing that bringing the same eras back again will only drive us out of Creativity even faster. Since we have lost the power to create from the basic elements of nature, we settle. Settle for careers we don’t really need, for relationships we don’t want; for less, it seems. And so some of us with failed attempts at settling have coined the term self-empowerment. They give us motivational speeches about our own failures, perhaps to avoid wallowing in their own misery for a while. The truth, however, is quite different from what we have begun to consider as right. The truth is that nobody can make anyone do anything they don’t really want. Not really. Even if a person is holding a gun to your head and supposedly forcing you to do something, you make a choice. A choice to avoid being killed, perhaps. So we prioritize, and that is all. We decide what is more important. Every single day each one of us makes a choice. A choice to breathe, to live, or to survive at the very least. Others may choose death, thinking they do not have a way out, without realizing that their control over the choice of life and death is most empowering of all. Once humans understand the impact of each and every decision we make, that’s when we will no longer need those supposedly motivational speeches anymore. And perhaps we will become strong enough to answer ‘Myself’ to the question, ‘Who do you love most?’.
Doublethinking
The world should now be mystic:
It has been filled with Questions, and Critics.
Only the angels ask:
What could cause this mass destruction
Other than the primitive instructions
Of our minds?
The one’s science has so aptly defined.
So many perceptions, opinions and insights,
Seek delight
In overlooking fundamental levels
Or in the shadows of God and Devil.
Only the angels wonder:
How far along with the other eyes,
I will be mercilessly subduing,
The truth of my own doings.
God: Found and Lost
Where is Truth?
Is She below the hard concrete,
Or in the calmness of a stampede?
The other side of the glass,
Or written with chalk in a class?
Behind colourful, white screens,
Or does it only exist in dreams?
Alas! They seek but shall never find,
For their quest is led by the blind,
Those who do not see the red in the sky,
Nor hear the Heavens cry.
Death and All His Friends 