abhhoringly trivial things.....integrated so deep like salvation theorems....it makes you lash at people you are so used to loving.....the emotion so unacceptable that you keep grinning desperately hoping that people would notice the worth of what's lost as its cost....and would flicker to atleast hint on a desire to reclaim it....like when this packet of a deep craving of yours has expired but you keep telling yourself that its not all spoilt and is still some good . ...the three second rule that one comes up with just you can hold onto what's seemingly lost.....except that atleast the craving in these cases nestle you in its homely warmth.
you have this moment of celebration. you feel extremely special. and those trivial things start to crop up.....and now you start gasping to distinguish yourself from as for atleast this important moment more significant......and you know no one would even feel it anymore to indulge in the sheerness of its spirit ...so it pointless anyway.....but you continue trying to feel as special....and then you're disgusted at yourself for having to TRY to feel significant....and for these people or having to make you.......
more so when you congratulated yourself on fluent worthiness.......
its not even about the celebration anymore.......its just about ....seeing that even when these people you're so used to loving see that it matters so much to you choose to politely compromise ....not bothering to acknowledge the importance of what's worthy...hurting you and knowing it and not feeling the slightest hurt doing this........its hopelessly intolerable.
and its beautifully garnished with the fact that its all on the account of someone who is the sort who casually gnawed through every piece of art...every person....every creation that they happened to cast their teeth on.......and these people who i'm so used to loving let her..... on the grounds of goodwill and humanitarianism........
these people are a lot like yudhistir .....screwed up concepts of dharma....and i have to commend their dedication to it.....but his authority to humiliate the worthy is horrific and unsettling. it's intolerable.
it may be overlooked once ...even every other month......but letting it shadow every other day......its insulting to the very concept of life....and not an ordinary life.... but one that may not be equal but is perceived just as special as krishna's himself.......
it remains intolerable. but the people i'm so used to loving have gotten used to being driven by these remarkably spit worthy things (i was gonna write worthy of burning but then they were not fit to receive the profoundness of fire).....
and all i can do about this is write how intolerant i am about it. because i'm so used to loving these people. and i wait for another time when a celebration will again demand love or even a desirous inaction.....and be disappointed again to throttle and fling its luck away ......scream and then maybe write ...about how he again waits for the next celebration...........
you have this moment of celebration. you feel extremely special. and those trivial things start to crop up.....and now you start gasping to distinguish yourself from as for atleast this important moment more significant......and you know no one would even feel it anymore to indulge in the sheerness of its spirit ...so it pointless anyway.....but you continue trying to feel as special....and then you're disgusted at yourself for having to TRY to feel significant....and for these people or having to make you.......
more so when you congratulated yourself on fluent worthiness.......
its not even about the celebration anymore.......its just about ....seeing that even when these people you're so used to loving see that it matters so much to you choose to politely compromise ....not bothering to acknowledge the importance of what's worthy...hurting you and knowing it and not feeling the slightest hurt doing this........its hopelessly intolerable.
and its beautifully garnished with the fact that its all on the account of someone who is the sort who casually gnawed through every piece of art...every person....every creation that they happened to cast their teeth on.......and these people who i'm so used to loving let her..... on the grounds of goodwill and humanitarianism........
these people are a lot like yudhistir .....screwed up concepts of dharma....and i have to commend their dedication to it.....but his authority to humiliate the worthy is horrific and unsettling. it's intolerable.
it may be overlooked once ...even every other month......but letting it shadow every other day......its insulting to the very concept of life....and not an ordinary life.... but one that may not be equal but is perceived just as special as krishna's himself.......
it remains intolerable. but the people i'm so used to loving have gotten used to being driven by these remarkably spit worthy things (i was gonna write worthy of burning but then they were not fit to receive the profoundness of fire).....
and all i can do about this is write how intolerant i am about it. because i'm so used to loving these people. and i wait for another time when a celebration will again demand love or even a desirous inaction.....and be disappointed again to throttle and fling its luck away ......scream and then maybe write ...about how he again waits for the next celebration...........
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