A book or a film is never a guide …. It isn’t a manual which tells us What to do or How to do something. I don’t see much difference between a book, a song or a color .I don’t understand when ppl say tat they don’t like a person, or they don like to watch movies.
I see a book, art, painting or a person just as…. a potential of infinite beauty… It’s a boat on the shore of the most beautiful lake . It’s all up to us… what do we do with it.. Jump on to it and take a ride or leave it there.
It is the ‘most precious’ one. An object of our own self, waiting to be touched.Its a candle to lighten up, the unopened shelves of our soul. I won’t guarantee that the ride wud leave us all smiling… it brings us fears , hope ,happiness…but, all of that was there already in us… it’s our very own ‘self’… if we don’t feel our ‘self’ , What more do we have to do in here?
Everything…. Every single thing in this world is Art. So beautiful that, it is just waiting for that perfect moment to take birth. Beauty is born in our mind. We give it a life and nurture it.
It’s us who give it a meaning. When we say we agree or disagree to an idea, we give it a meaning and shape.
When we think abt Sea, It is very serene. But sometimes, It blows us off with its silence. It scares us with its silence… n we understand these words and relate to them… ”Scaring silence”… But silence is serene…. Then how did we agree, n relate silence with fear … and saw beauty in the “Scary silence” of the sea?
There’s is no reason in this world. It exists only in the mind. We give an equally fitting reason for doing something or not doing it. We have religious-tolerance, career-tolerance and at last… thought-tolerance. We can jus agree or disagree to anything at any time.
We call it “Our World”. That’s the way the world is…Isn’t it? >-)
Mind is just a mental machine … Group of thoughts hovering here and there… when we try to relate or connect them, with all our reasons and explanations…… thoughts are brought to life. We feel alive. We accomplish something. It’s great for some ppl… nothing for some… cruel for some or boring for some.
People give us, and to our accomplishment, a meaning … We give a concern, meaning, shape to their reasoning … They react to our reaction and it’s endless … Just goes on…
I can’t believe in any belief (?). If mind is controlling us, our actions and our thoughts … Why don’t we see the insanity, when sum one tells us to control our mind? If sum thing else can control it… what s it? Shouldn’t that be controlled again?
Enough of bull shitting !
I want to laugh hysterically when I hear the words ”Hope” and “Move on” with equal prominence.
Ppl are nodding their heads to “Hope”.
Ppl are nodding their heads to “Move on”.
Isn’t us who give them a meaning? Don’t we rape our mind and beget “Hope”!!!!!…. Don’t we destroy it and bury our very own child (hope) in the sands of ‘reality’ ? But our children aren’t dead.
when some one gives me a flower.. a beautiful flower… I am glad and happy. I love it … but I see the child’s smile in that. When I ask them where was the flower from. They point to the sand, where I buried my Hope…. my child.
Can love blossom over buried hopes?
Career? Money? Fame? Or Accomplishments? What do we need…? Or do we NEED jus Peace of mind? More desires, more needs.
What we desire is what we think , we need to desire.
What we need is what we think , we desire to need.
To live. To exist. To pass on… To justify the glory of our own life… if we lead a simpler life… to justify the glory of simplicity…
Life will always be a struggle …. Struggle to be great… Struggle to be simple.
I’m angry at this moment…
Angry at what I know… which tells me what I need to know… which, after knowing, tells me….that the only reason for knowing is to be angry….Later I realize that I shouldn’t be angry n then, I realize that I can’t be angry… It’s all a mind game to be angry, to love , to live.
I jus want to break through my mind and ask it…. what it really wants? (Who’s asking my mind?)