The Contradiction
Have you ever felt as if you are all alone in the whole of universe and you have so much to say and even if there are many people around you who would like to hear you out, you don’t want to say anything, anything at all. You don’t want to be in that place and there is no other place to go? I don’t know if there is anything worth in this world to be alive for. People say that love can make you feel complete and it gives a meaning to the life we live. I wonder if I am devoid of loving. I think that this state is like a vacuum, it is not that there isn’t anything happening but at the same time the things that are happening don’t even matter.
How can there be pain and yet no sight of suffering? How can there be so much wonder and yet so little acceptance? How can there be so much passion and yet so much serenity on the surface? How can there be so much want and yet none of the need? How can there be so much courage and yet fear prevailing? How can there be so many dreams and none of the reality? How can there be freedom but no free will of a choice? How can there be bondage and no sighting of the bruises? How can you live and yet be dead? How can contradictions exist?
My heart’s beating at a slightly faster pace than required and even though there isn’t anything expected there is that wait. I breathe in spasms. I stare in the space at nothing in particular. I am doing something without having my passion into it.
Will there ever be a normal ever again? Or will this change be a permanent? Does it really matter? I call this state the not-life.
If there is contradiction in reality then it must be that reality is that contradiction. But there will come no acceptance from this because we like opposing as much as we love to agree gruntingly. If you are insane and insanity is your normal. Would you trade the “normal” to not be called insane even if this “normal” will pain you more than the lashings of the labeling?
The lost is lost, there is nothing that can be found in it except perhaps finding that the cause was there but the momentum never came. Found can be found only if you lose the lost first. If this sounds contradictory then it will be true.
How can there be pain and yet no sight of suffering? How can there be so much wonder and yet so little acceptance? How can there be so much passion and yet so much serenity on the surface? How can there be so much want and yet none of the need? How can there be so much courage and yet fear prevailing? How can there be so many dreams and none of the reality? How can there be freedom but no free will of a choice? How can there be bondage and no sighting of the bruises? How can you live and yet be dead? How can contradictions exist?
My heart’s beating at a slightly faster pace than required and even though there isn’t anything expected there is that wait. I breathe in spasms. I stare in the space at nothing in particular. I am doing something without having my passion into it.
Will there ever be a normal ever again? Or will this change be a permanent? Does it really matter? I call this state the not-life.
If there is contradiction in reality then it must be that reality is that contradiction. But there will come no acceptance from this because we like opposing as much as we love to agree gruntingly. If you are insane and insanity is your normal. Would you trade the “normal” to not be called insane even if this “normal” will pain you more than the lashings of the labeling?
The lost is lost, there is nothing that can be found in it except perhaps finding that the cause was there but the momentum never came. Found can be found only if you lose the lost first. If this sounds contradictory then it will be true.
Comments
really loved reading it. it actually makes me think!!!
hats off