This damn space that is provided by time
Is uniquely boring, subtly breakable as it concedes in life
Something remarkable makes this space
A terrible feeling of owning, disowning, price and theft
Watch the space – they say
Trust the wait and add a pray
Neither the space gets a makeover
Nor the endless smiling face
It just remains a broken machine far from even willing to race
The clock ticks
The days go
Months pass and years flow
The space never gets filled
Playing the wait game just gets skilled.
I have always wondered why everyone jumps in with an opinion on everything on everyone all the time? The standard rule has become to advice. To give advice all the time. At times adding that personal line – ‘I know. Been there, done that.’ Or ‘I exactly know how you must be feeling’. My question is how can I exactly know how anyone feels because they are not me and I am not them as well?
There are always several layers of permutations and combinations that get thrown in for every individual at even exactly same conditions. These differences do nurture dependencies between individuals but to expect them to be exactly identical, so that one can step in to feel for the other, is absolute foolish to say the least.
Hence, the biggest drawback in the sentence – ‘please follow my advice’ are the missing words; ‘choose’ and ‘feel’. ‘If you feel like or choose to, then please follow my advice’ seems like a more contained statement to throw at someone.
I think the lesser importance one attaches to ones own opinions, the lesser urge one has to throw it at someone else because an opinion always queues up first in the line of choice. Perhaps then this unnecessary rise in hatred would reduce because most of the time feelings are able to set themselves right on their own rather than having to force them.
By and large the screaming reality that one gets drawn to is to value oneself based on the worlds’ definition of success and failure. One, often is thought to be the reverse of the other. The very nature of the definitions aren’t contained or bounded by defined limits and ranges. There are abstract deductions on what might appear to be a success through the world lens and what might not and vice versa. Most of these parameters being covered in materials. This then begs to question the very existence of these definitions and then to question their impact on an individual’s self belief.
At the core sits this notion of impermanence very rigidly which even applies to the brain. The brain starts decaying gradually with age as has been shown and published in the literature. Attaching value or worth to impermanence then seems to be an interesting phenomenon of feeling good and worthwhile. Whereas in reality, this attachment in itself crawls on the shoulders of lies. Perhaps this is precisely why every definition and structure handed by this world runs out to change at the face of slightest threat. The torch bearers of such definitions run for covers when their lies and make belief stories to success are exposed. The failed ones, of course, stand no chance to voice their opinions because the materials aren’t drool worthy to report.
In these circumstances, where death is our only reality and a mark of pemanence, shouldn’t success and failure simply be left onto love and thoughts to judge rather than fame and materials? Because come to think anout it, a healthy mind and a loving heart are all that an individual needs to live barring all definitions.
You seem familiar but do I know you? I live in you or maybe you live in me; howsoever true the nature’s be. Of fleeting thoughts and the composed theories. Life, you are still a mystery.
Remember the times when I have run into you? The days when I have cried relentlessly. The nights that wouldn’t turn into days and the days that would burn the eyes.
You said that I could touch the sky. I believed that I could. Somewhere I forgot to ask the belief on why I should? From heartbreaks to rationalisation, bridging to separation; you have seen it as I have lived it.
If I were to ask you, what more there is to you would you care to reply or would you smile and glide the question into our known void?
I became friends with one of the neighbours on Facebook and the first thing the neighbour asked my mother was whether everything was fine about my relationship? She could not find photos of me and my partner on my wall posts hence it was a ‘but obvious’ thing to ask out of concern.
It then drew me to the fact that how much of judgement of who you are goes around due to your social media posts? The answer is A LOT. I remember I have been asked about my relationship status by another old school friend of mine when I added him to my friends list. He then gave me a free piece of advice to put more and more photos of me with my partner so that the world gets to know how happy we are together and to make a statement that everything is fine as far as my relationship status is concerned.
I don’t have a problem with people promoting their love on social media and neither do I have an issue with people like me not talking about my love on social media. I do not base my opinions on someone’s personal space based on their social media shares and neither do I judge them for they don’t share.
I thought perhaps I missed the biggest point as to why social media gained prominence in the first place. I always thought it was to connect and to share, not to promote my life and especially open up my personal space to the outer world. I should be allowed to breathe in my own little space when I can because I won’t be able to share anything if I am clouded by judgements on what I should do and shouldn’t do to be branded as ‘normal’ by the society.
This then brought me to a fairly interesting idea that are we humans in general like this? Are we literally drawn into the pain of others rather than their no-pain zones of life? Is it because showing sympathy comes more naturally than empathy? I don’t have these answers but I like the questions nevertheless.
It should be fine to hold onto your own opinions and rights in presence of opposition and conflict. However, seems that these days people love to be right and correct all the time and their way to deal with conflict is to erase, to ban and block them. Erase, ban and block not the conflict or the opinion but the individual.
My question then is what do you block eventually? Do you block the negatives because of the fear that it could perhaps damage your image? or do you ban the negatives that are not in line with your own hidden agenda of accumulating praises because it can influence the flow of accolades negatively?
It should be all right to be able to defend your position given the negatives that your opinions draws because at the end of the day, opinions are not facts. One single fact can give rise to either a strong positive opinion or a strong negative opinion and can also have no opinion whatsoever. And none of those opinions have any impact on the underlying fact. Hence, where is the need to ban, to erase or to block?
With the rise in the tendency to block, ban and wiping out voices that do not match our own, we are spreading everything but love and are tempting more and more voices to be in line with us. What gives us the right to believe in the fact that even our own voice is not a conditioned one?
This then leads us to believe that each time you block an opposing voice, you are indirectly pushing masses towards the same conditions as you, both in terms of thoughts and actions. In other words, in order to protect the image that you have of you or the image that you would like others to hold of you, you are willing to choose the option of wiping out voices and opinions than addressing them.
Although, this is one of the growing trends in the world that we live in. Wipe out, block and ban rather than address the contradiction with humility and in knowledge. Either way, our own human history tells us that wiping out has never helped humanity in any form or feature; whereas sharing and debating has.
I don’t think we are at a point where we need to be right. We are surely at a point where we need to show more compassion and love the indifference that is thrown at our opinions and at our being because that is the only way we can grow and perhaps even slide away the image masks that we swear at in person but still wear in all seasons.
Healing is a class act. Wounds do heal and along with those the cracks that appear in the process of becoming to unbecoming or vice-versa, heal as well. It is the healing of these cracks that leave one feeling connected, human and in love with the self.
The occurrence of every would is not external and the impact of every inner, well thought, decision can be damaging. Hence, healing your own self from your own little damages along with the external wounds is perhaps what can be passed on as ‘living’.
In a world where we are deeply encouraged to connect, to share and to talk about our opinions, healing somewhere sides in with silence. The silence of your being, not wanting to prove or to disprove, the silence of words which perhaps mean a lot or don’t and the silence of thoughts with either resonate or don’t, hold the power to heal the cracks within you that have resulted because of you.
Hence, I feel, the only class act that one can engage is in healing. Although brokenness has its own charm and beauty, a healed one holds that beauty with strength and grace.