Being a drop that's driving the forces of a whirlpool (since there wouldn't be one if a million precious drops weren't coming together to form all that water) and being thyself driven along with it...
What is it about anything that is tumultuous that makes every thing associated or involved more alive... more existent??
Imagine waking up to read about a random planet surrendering to annihilation ( death en wrapping a sense of devastation) in a far off solar system. The meaning of it involves only a little printing ink, a few moments in our quiet thoughts, a few words and perhaps an insignificant conversation if it may be called so.
Yet, if that random planet is mockingly replaced with our own dear earth, those few leisurely moments would disturbingly turn into a theatrical race of snatching, pouncing and slashing the three daughters of Zeus ( his 3 daughters are believed to represent time...my fellow readers of tithonus would know) who in their innocence of wild play swarm about the gardens of earth leaving behind screaming ashes of burning death along with each maidenly footprint.
It only takes a little more putting together ..a little more seeing- like a puzzle!! Remember those young afternoons when a piece of puzzle was examined in every position or context in relation with every other piece or aspect? And just sometimes a randomly particular combination though incorrect managed to present a peculiar picture worth drawing our attention.
Similarly, only if we cared to indulge ourselves in a little more puzzle solving, we might see things that we otherwise would be blissfully ignorant of. Apologies but I happen to be that curious cat who risks her life for its sake rather that a believer of being blissful in ignorance. And its not so much risking in the first place- just a little waking up...just a little more thinking...a little more living...a little more being.
However, since most of us keep our distance from such ideas and prefer to be stubbornly and if i may add stupidly blind to these, the potent mystics of nature take it upon themselves to bring together the major pieces of the puzzle and throw a dauntingly glaring picture into our faces...
Sadly, it takes another individual (in this case-the mentioned mystics) to address us for us to realise that we exist. Just mere breathing seems insufficient to shake us to our existence.
Why must we continue to meaninglessly and purposelessly fade away the acknowledgement of being...??
Feel thy existence...know her...and then respect her and give her all that she deserves.....
And if a grand devastation on a specified date circled on the calendar reading 21st December, 2012 is what it takes to sting us to wake up a little more than our minds- perhaps that spoilt insistent lazy heart- so be it....
What is it about anything that is tumultuous that makes every thing associated or involved more alive... more existent??
Imagine waking up to read about a random planet surrendering to annihilation ( death en wrapping a sense of devastation) in a far off solar system. The meaning of it involves only a little printing ink, a few moments in our quiet thoughts, a few words and perhaps an insignificant conversation if it may be called so.
Yet, if that random planet is mockingly replaced with our own dear earth, those few leisurely moments would disturbingly turn into a theatrical race of snatching, pouncing and slashing the three daughters of Zeus ( his 3 daughters are believed to represent time...my fellow readers of tithonus would know) who in their innocence of wild play swarm about the gardens of earth leaving behind screaming ashes of burning death along with each maidenly footprint.
It only takes a little more putting together ..a little more seeing- like a puzzle!! Remember those young afternoons when a piece of puzzle was examined in every position or context in relation with every other piece or aspect? And just sometimes a randomly particular combination though incorrect managed to present a peculiar picture worth drawing our attention.
Similarly, only if we cared to indulge ourselves in a little more puzzle solving, we might see things that we otherwise would be blissfully ignorant of. Apologies but I happen to be that curious cat who risks her life for its sake rather that a believer of being blissful in ignorance. And its not so much risking in the first place- just a little waking up...just a little more thinking...a little more living...a little more being.
However, since most of us keep our distance from such ideas and prefer to be stubbornly and if i may add stupidly blind to these, the potent mystics of nature take it upon themselves to bring together the major pieces of the puzzle and throw a dauntingly glaring picture into our faces...
Sadly, it takes another individual (in this case-the mentioned mystics) to address us for us to realise that we exist. Just mere breathing seems insufficient to shake us to our existence.
Why must we continue to meaninglessly and purposelessly fade away the acknowledgement of being...??
Feel thy existence...know her...and then respect her and give her all that she deserves.....
And if a grand devastation on a specified date circled on the calendar reading 21st December, 2012 is what it takes to sting us to wake up a little more than our minds- perhaps that spoilt insistent lazy heart- so be it....
your account of what life and living should be mean is truly stirring, not because of the way you have written it but because of why you have written it. It's very easy to slip into routine and mundane living , as they are the characteristics of a safe life, it's equally hard to be spontaneous and adventurous in you r approach towards life. We are the masters of our own life, the blueprint of how we want to live it may be full of wondrous occasions and experiences, however we being the architect have all the power in the world to decide whether the blueprint will ever see the light of day or will it forever remain in the darkness of wishful thinking.
ReplyDeleteand not just that.....even just being more perceptive to the supposed mundane simple everyday life....and just absorbing emotions from that ordinarity (pretend that's a word) is what i'm talking about....coz even the most mundane is really a lot more than just mundane.....
ReplyDeleteand also thank you for lending your much appreciated time and extending your thoughts...
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