An Engimatic Phenomenan!

Years go by; we learn to stand after falling and come to realize that we would fall again someday and that thevicious cycle would continue sometimes in a wavering and sometimes in an unwavering pattern. Now, this statement happens to assert no landmark in the world of philosophy and is a rather very clichéd speech made in most of the literary works. Yet, Life still remains an unfathomable, enigmatic phenomenon! Why one fall isn’t enough to grieve over? Yet we feel obligated to uncover Pandora’s Box at each fall. Conventionally, it is believed that for a human, it is easier, infact, less painful to let things go that are seemingly arduous rather than to tirelessly hold onto them and make repeated attempts to grab them. I do not conform to this idea. While this maybe true for many people, the majority, I believe, suffers from the dilemma of holding onto things for a prolonged period of time. The intention here utterly is NOT to discourage persistence but to inculcate a sense of realization that not all choices of life are designed to be within the grasp of our hands. Like a failing fish without water, us the humans, keep struggling against the strong currents of time. Fate is architecture; God may have bestowed upon us the liberty to model or remodel it, yet the most skilled and authoritative architecture tool lies within the confinement of God’s sovereignty. Sometimes, sometimes we need to let things go, to let loose ourselves to be able enjoy other blessings of life which are always there, which may not be too loud or ostentatious in their presence, but will sure leave a huge void in our lives when not there anymore. One scoop, two scoops and three scoops of an effort and you know you have done your part; but still withdrawal seems a risk, a risk that just might lead-up to a life-long regret. And the apprehension of this regret pushes us to keep daunting any thoughts of withdrawal; neglecting what we are losing in the process, neglecting what misery we are willingly afflicting our lives with. Regrets usually arouse for things that were never attempted, for things attempted, the regret-factor must be eliminated for once and for all. What if we finally get to where we wanted, but even then our inner self refuses to feel contented and resolved? Success is perceived to be a relative term. However, when the equation is applied to our respective lives, we tend to use the same constant that was used in the others’ life, choosing to ignore our individuality and hence ending up with a wrong formula and with a very wrong situation. Some things are not meant for us. However, this should not keep us from trying and transforming our dream-bubbles into the setting of reality. Stagnation or struggle can last for a long time, but not forever. Chances are we will find a new equation, chances are we will not fall-apart (as opposed to our fears) and chances are we will find new destinations. We just have to give way to risks. But as I said, it is an enigmatic phenomenan!

A Pleasurable Toil!

I have been waiting for this moment to come along for a long, immeasurable length of time when under the custody of murky clouds wrapped up in acute darkness, a gush of breeze would gently stroke the quiet leaves which would shiver and in turn generate a sweet hum, suggesting an unlikely imagery as if a naughty puff of air has whispered a pleasurable news to which the leaves respond by dancing merrily; I, myself, would be sitting in a silent corner of my house engrossed in my personal favorite game of playing with words. I have waited tremendously to once again experience the joy of aligning words in the arrangement of my own, to give words the life of my choice and to celebrate the elation of creating something new. And now as the moment has approached, the words seem to outrun me every time. Funnily, my situation relates to the very famous, Tom and Jerry cartoon series. Like Tom, I persistently keep on running behind the Jerry, my words :D. For a fraction of a second, I am tricked by a false impression that after an uphill struggle they have finally fallen under my charge, but this delusion happens to be only short-lived as I am pushed to run further miles on the mindfield in the pursuit of my Jerry(read words). How I wish I could stockpile a catalog of captivating words in a lamp, like that meant for a genie and would get it all by simply rubbing the lamp just like Genies. Nonetheless, this menacing toil has an unspeakable pleasure of its own. The eternal happiness lies in the piece of writing that you know solely belongs to you! :=)