Amazing the fire that lights the world of hope. As I open my eyes, I see the world in dimensions not defined by the laws of physics, nor bound by the mathematics of finite possibilities. My thoughts spread wings like an eagle flying high doped to break the shackles of stagnant docile slow death. I can breath enchanting chilled air brushing the barren beautiful edges of the Ladakh ranges. I can smell the pitch black tar winding the deadly curves of Himalayas. I can rub my cheeks against the gusty winds of Nubra. A deep sense of free wild animal instinct pushes my guts to rip apart the claws of social stigma. Inherent in my supreme sense of individuality, lies the wretched social animal buried under the debris of generality.
Who are the agents of this wretchedness that encapsulate the decaying soul with illusions of success and grandeur, supreme morality and social prosperity??
The answer lies in the simplicity of this morbid existence -- the delusional sense of security!! we will dive deep into these delusions when the wretchedness knows no bounds. For now, lets open the gates of imagination and explode on the horizons of creation!!
Who are the agents of this wretchedness that encapsulate the decaying soul with illusions of success and grandeur, supreme morality and social prosperity??
The answer lies in the simplicity of this morbid existence -- the delusional sense of security!! we will dive deep into these delusions when the wretchedness knows no bounds. For now, lets open the gates of imagination and explode on the horizons of creation!!
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.”
ReplyDelete― Stephen King, Different Seasons