“So I pray.. I could breakaway..” Kelly Clarkson’s gasps around these magical words quite intentionally manage to create this thing that seems very rare to every human, but is nevertheless very common to everybody, something we call “an evanescent bliss”. On one hand, the option of ‘breaking away’ and on the other, self-help books bound with the threads of philosophy. The might of philosophy and glorified stories of those ‘crossed-a-thousand-and-one-hurdles-and-finally-smiling’ legends serve to bring into this world the one thing that this world quite conveniently prefers to loathe, the one thing that battles its way against the intangible drug called fear, the one thing that we reluctantly call, Courage.
If you embrace fear, it’s like fastening your seat-belts so hard, you end up strangling yourself to death. Haven’t we heard a lot of those ‘chilled-out’s say, “Loosen up, man!” To which, we smirk and say, “Easier said than done.” , something I call the Denial Syndrome that almost all of us suffer from. The chilled-outs are chilled-outs for a reason. It’s easy. Imagine a rope hanging down from the fan. The rope has a name. It’s called Life. The rope is yours and you can do anything with it. Since the world has been ‘unfair’ to you and ‘nobody understands you anymore’, you loop it up and hang yourself to death. If you are one of those chilled-outs, you’d grab the rope and start trying all the scouts’ knots and have fun with it. Or you’d do a Tarzan-stunt by holding on to one end of the rope and flying around, kickin’ all those who managed to “piss you off” all the while.
A bizarre analogy, such as this one, usually turns out to perpetuate your thought process and take you where you exactly “want” to belong, not where you “should” belong. It’s funny how people tie themselves up to other people or to things that they would otherwise gaze at if they were still those one-year old babies. Now that they have grown, and along with them their grey matter, they strive so hard to push their heads against the wall to break yours and invade into your territory. That is precisely when the realization dawns upon you and you say, “Holy crap! I had a wall to protect?!” By then, it’s too late, because you had a wall you weren’t even aware of and some random creature managed to bring it down only to gloat over your agony.
If God had a complaint box, it would be flooded with complaints, all of which would be small chits with big bold letters that’d say, “WHY ME?!!!?” It’s easy to fret about how bad the weather is, how harsh that person is, how mean anyone can get, how dirty the street can get, and ultimately, how downright insensitive life can get. None of these include, how cowardly am I? It’s a question that’s really rare. It is, indeed, harder to laugh at oneself than to laugh at others. To point to your faults is difficult because your eyes can see only others, not yourself. And the others only get worse if you start piling up these junk-full of frivolous questions. And then, you’re doomed with no questions left and nobody else to blame. You cry out loud, “I give up.” ,when there’s nobody left to hear you.
Well, my point is if you enjoy NFS or Demolition Race on your PC, why not enjoy the real game called Life? It stinks, yes. But even too much of fragrance gives you a headache, doesn’t it? The ugly side ought to be unveiled some day. It’s better you do it soon because it only gets uglier with time. Walt Disney created Mickey Mouse for fun and gave it life. God created you for fun and gave you life. You are a cartoon character who is laughed at for your idiosyncrasies. Nevertheless, you are adored because you are unique. There’s only one Mickey Mouse. There’s only one You. Live life like you’re a cartoon and loosen up..
If you embrace fear, it’s like fastening your seat-belts so hard, you end up strangling yourself to death. Haven’t we heard a lot of those ‘chilled-out’s say, “Loosen up, man!” To which, we smirk and say, “Easier said than done.” , something I call the Denial Syndrome that almost all of us suffer from. The chilled-outs are chilled-outs for a reason. It’s easy. Imagine a rope hanging down from the fan. The rope has a name. It’s called Life. The rope is yours and you can do anything with it. Since the world has been ‘unfair’ to you and ‘nobody understands you anymore’, you loop it up and hang yourself to death. If you are one of those chilled-outs, you’d grab the rope and start trying all the scouts’ knots and have fun with it. Or you’d do a Tarzan-stunt by holding on to one end of the rope and flying around, kickin’ all those who managed to “piss you off” all the while.
A bizarre analogy, such as this one, usually turns out to perpetuate your thought process and take you where you exactly “want” to belong, not where you “should” belong. It’s funny how people tie themselves up to other people or to things that they would otherwise gaze at if they were still those one-year old babies. Now that they have grown, and along with them their grey matter, they strive so hard to push their heads against the wall to break yours and invade into your territory. That is precisely when the realization dawns upon you and you say, “Holy crap! I had a wall to protect?!” By then, it’s too late, because you had a wall you weren’t even aware of and some random creature managed to bring it down only to gloat over your agony.
If God had a complaint box, it would be flooded with complaints, all of which would be small chits with big bold letters that’d say, “WHY ME?!!!?” It’s easy to fret about how bad the weather is, how harsh that person is, how mean anyone can get, how dirty the street can get, and ultimately, how downright insensitive life can get. None of these include, how cowardly am I? It’s a question that’s really rare. It is, indeed, harder to laugh at oneself than to laugh at others. To point to your faults is difficult because your eyes can see only others, not yourself. And the others only get worse if you start piling up these junk-full of frivolous questions. And then, you’re doomed with no questions left and nobody else to blame. You cry out loud, “I give up.” ,when there’s nobody left to hear you.
Well, my point is if you enjoy NFS or Demolition Race on your PC, why not enjoy the real game called Life? It stinks, yes. But even too much of fragrance gives you a headache, doesn’t it? The ugly side ought to be unveiled some day. It’s better you do it soon because it only gets uglier with time. Walt Disney created Mickey Mouse for fun and gave it life. God created you for fun and gave you life. You are a cartoon character who is laughed at for your idiosyncrasies. Nevertheless, you are adored because you are unique. There’s only one Mickey Mouse. There’s only one You. Live life like you’re a cartoon and loosen up..
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Your is the first all pervasive blog I have come across, Janani.It is so devoid of self importance.Refreshing and profound.
-Chaitali
Thanks, Chaitali :)
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