I generally have pondered over life, in
the wee hours of work, odd hours of the night, travelling, driving, running,
and in between the very vain dinner table talks. They have become quite
literally un-dramatic; like going through the motions without a conclusion in the
sight - where they lead to no answers and are astoundingly inconsequential. That’s
no to aver me and my quest though – only that I am still within constantly
conflicted with the understanding that the acme of life is still as meaningless
as ever. Belief, day to day believing and the very purpose seems to question me
ever more.
Is mind all powerful, is there a blind
faith to bank your unanswered questions and unsolved realities or is individualism
the successful way of sustainable living. As I write am I angry at the world, its
pecking order, the reasons to exist, the absence of seventh sense; where I
falter seeking the truth, the unerring fundamentals that restrict us to not
voice our principles, the dogmas and their strength that mold our course of
life? The choices you get and the power of choices you perceive you
have. Do time and its passage make any real difference? The idea of
continuation and the creation of one human life from another, the quality, the
newly born and the one bearing it and the reason for multiplication.
The absence or limiting gradation to
fantasy, the strength of every day realities and figments of mind's eye, origin
of one’s life and the process of doing the years to become dust. The fight for
a cause and the reasons behind the cause, the substitution of one equally good
cause by another only to complete a life term, the futility of a cause without
life and lack of existence, the need to survive, the inhabitation without
choice, the sustainment in decided fates and the end in demise.
The modernization of society for a means
to an end or just the end, the introduction of complications through a modern
society and the construction of life, society and traits over them, the notions
and crafty subtleness with artificial industries built for sustainment, the
principles, innovations and even the
search for truth. Definition of individual successes, fulfillment of ones
functions, goals and stratification, the chemical imbalances, the
experiments and the differences. Euphoria, excitements tainted with
introduced elements of sacrificed emotions, self-actuated but forsaken
cherished objectives. The geographical inception and movement of nomadic nature,
efforts and survival, societal initiations and the contiguous cultural
bombardment the time and era survived and the decades lived. Imitations and
self-created setups for pleasure, feelings and gadgetry, science, devices,
interconnectivity and the barrage of unsolicited unprocessed data exposed.
Factoid, religion with associated and varying cultural reactions divided in
heresy.
Poets and their poetry, contrasts of
misery and philosophy, science and its factual idealism, law and its verbose
futility, businesses and their mendacity, humans and their exploding numbers,
food and its inequitable distribution, life and its inefficiency, resource and
its finite reality, governments and their secrecy, media and its scrutiny,
injustice and its continued tenacity, disease and its ingenious repetitive
nature, choices and dissonance, intermittent cognitive harmony and then
subsequent reordering ,delusion, master and slave relations, corporations and
the cogs, people and their goals, family and lack of one, affection,
emotions and its modalities. Love and
its interpretation, death and its reality, cruelty and revenge, statutes,
definitions and their justification, human classification of society, socially,
economically and the power play. Prisoned and the free, self-sufficient and the
needy, capable and the ignored, destructive and the accomplished, politics and
criticism, journalism and coercion, race and diversity, interpretation and
reality, differences, lapses, changing ideas and ever newly erupting springs, war,
peace and recurring natural calamity.
They are theirs, yours but my very own soliloquy and lone dreams.
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