Once someone had said to me that books affect our worldview. They change our thinking and opinion. So must be avoided.
I’m always glad I chose books over that person.
Alone and happy with books.
Knowledge is always better than people.
People may hurt you, deceive you, manipulate you.
But books will teach you,
Show you the way ahead in the journey called life.
In the real world which art claims to explain, we know that we must face life with strength; stand akimbo and all that. We admire the strong and tire of the weak. But what appeals to us in art is the very opposite. We are bored of the strong and fascinated by the frail.
“There is the mythology of you, we all have a mythology of ourselves, but then we see our real selves in a story and we recognize what we are.”
I always end up getting attached to star-crossed lovers.
As with most star-crossed lovers, the idea that two people with two different paths might meet and shine bright for a short period, only to diverge and never return to that state again. Paths are of course important part of life.
Most of the time people we meet in our path will never meet us again. They have their own path…
What’s important is gathering those crossing moments for they will be all you will have with you in the journey ahead…
Being against evil doesn’t make you good.
Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself.
I could feel it coming just like a tide…
I just want to destroy them.
But when you start taking pleasure in it
You are awfully close to the thing you are fighting…
– Ernest Hemingway.
We never met the first time,
we never met,
there was no such time,
for you and I were there.
We shall never meet the next time,
we shall never meet,
there will be no such time,
for you and I will be there,
I have been out of touch with writing lately. Well in a way off track from many things. Been busy with studies or that is what I keep telling myself but seriously how well focused i am on it is a big issue.
Life has been bit too stagnant. But again I don’t know when was last time it was flowing, like everything was going as planned. Things worked out the way I hoped. I guess they never work, not just for me but everyone who ever lived.
There is this dream I have. i just want it at all costs. But don’t know if I’m able to or willing to give as much efforts as it needs. There is always this feeling of not being satisfied.
I’m behind on my reading. I have big list of books but have not started on it. I give myself reasons for not reading. And because I’m not reading there isn’t anything of value I can write.
I plan things but end up not implementing it or after a point find comfort in bed with some TV series.
I’m fed up with this cribing and whining, finding reason for not doing what really matters.
All I have left with is hope that tomorrow will be different and it’ll be all okay.
Again is it not something I keep telling myself to not do what is meant to be done.
It’s infinite loop, bottomless abyss,
f(x) tends to infinite….