A Mosaic of Thoughts!

         Reality never has a smooth landing; it always comes crashing into you. C-R-A-S-H! To your chagrin; you come clattering down and explode. Once the flames diffuse, your life becomes sheathed by a meaningless, blinding, thick black smoke which scraps, out of your system, even the last few specks of life which had sought refuge in your body and squashes every last joule of energy bubbling in the compartments of your heart. And the visions of each time it had happened before; flash before your eyes. The thing with these crashing chapters is that you   can never get immune to them, NEVER. No matter how much ‘strong’ life may seem to engineer you through its afflictions and suffering; the truth is, that soft organ buried underneath your chest, which keeps drumming to the symphonies of the sullen and sombre, will break each time you come crashing down. With each fresh wound, the pain will intensify. And even with all your money, you’ll be the feeble grieving old man out on the street on the eve of bone-chilling winter.  

 They say if you can accept rejection and reject acceptance, then there is nothing you cannot do. Given that I have had been at both ends, this really puts me in a good place. However, rules were never made for life. They are made for us, the remorseful victims of time and all that lies within, to keep us hooked under the false illusion that a series of regimented and ceremonial words has the smashing ability to sketch the portrait of THE life on the canvas of time that we all have been painting in our minds.

     Winning feels good, it makes you feel like flying even with no wings attached. It instigates you to fall in love, with yourself and with those around you because winning paints such a pretty picture of life that its ugliness silently slips and goes on to wait in a dark, quiet corner. And then you win and win and keep wining, until it becomes a habit. The thoughts that previously dangled between ‘Can I?’ or ‘Will ever I?’ then switch to more domineering ones, ‘How can I not?’ and ‘Why won’t I? It takes you farther from being natural, stealing your asset of humility. And then even wining loses its ability to charm you and you venture out in the pursuit of something new in life.

Failures don’t feel good, at least in the beginning. Then you make peace with them until the monsters of your ordinary-ness come back to haunt you. It is a kind of peace that is achieved after wars; settling with whatever that is left and in whatever condition it is.

          And this is how life continues!