Moonlit Sunshine

It’s lovely to write in a new font every time. There’s some fascinating flavour that each font adds to the whole piece. I am yet to discover the connection between what I write and how it ends up. The thoughts simply flow out of my head when I sit to write with nothing really planned. More often than not, it’s a big bag of irrationality spilled over pointless white space. Yet, it feels productive; like someone’s waiting to read my mind through all the pointlessness.

 Most of the moments in life seem fairly pointless. Yet, as they say, ‘Everything happens for a reason’. I wonder how true that really is. With joblessness waiting to be embraced every now and then, it only makes sense to attempt connecting the dots in life. I do find myself at some point asking myself, ‘Was this really really meant to happen?’ And to that, the counter self asks, ‘Who decides the ‘meant-to-happen’ part?’ All the heads naturally turn to the Unknown and seemingly paranoid Almighty, sitting right above our heads, hoping not to spill the hot cup of tea He’s busy sipping, on our already steaming heads.

So, Destiny is what they call it. You have no control over 66.65% of your life, according to statistics published recently in www.joblessness.com (very good website, mostly visited by engineering students). A very intriguing thought, I must say. To some, it is more than thought. It is a fact, unproven, yet as true as ‘Air is transparent’. What is life anyway? I always thought it was as pointless as it can get. We try to set it right with some stones we pick up on our way to something we thought we could see far far away. We have these nebulous ideas – Dreams, Goals, Success, Love – waiting to be revealed to themselves first. Who defines these? And why? What’s the point anyway?

.. The tune is unsung before..
..No one has heard it and it has no meaning..
..Still I sing it with my heart this time..
..Because it is unsung, unheard of, unattempted..
..I don’t know what it sounds like..
..Does it have to be a melody?..
..or just a peaceful piece to the ears?..
..Does it need to be sung at all..? …
… Can’t we all hear it anyway?

 I can. To me, abstractness is purpose without a purpose. It defines freedom of everything without anything. It is lovely, yet ugly. Like now. None of this makes sense to someone who knows what sense means. I don’t want to make sense sometimes..

It’s just nice that way..