Human Condition cannot fit into a formulaic sphere. I believe it is multi-layered and complexly structured.
I am having to talk about it because I am experiencing its full force. May I say the element of fate has an under-acknowledged role to play in the turn of things? I may dare to.
People live in their heads. Those heads are instant worlds in themselves. Such worlds comprise of multitudes of emotions and those emotions mostly conceive the actions people pull off. Such actions beget consequences and people are held tethered to those consequences.
If I am able to ruminate over this sequence, then it's on me to impart that in my thought process. And when I fail in imparting so, I stand as an educated illiterate. I am just being that now. Some quiet reflection brings me here.
I am just being a cranky preschooler who's upset with this semi-automatic car toy not moving despite him refusing to coil its key. Mindlessly adamant to have his way. Rationale abandoned and patience pulverized by a persistent misfortune.
Weeks constitute months and those months with their passing leave a silhouette of diminishing mortality which has no silver lining. This writing may have depression as its soul - when hasn't it been on this blog?
This pallor is getting old with me - being my companion in my ageing. But there's a benign bacteria inside me - the itch of Happiness. It's like Diabetes. It can be controlled to assume as a possible reality only as long as I feed it with the insulin of Hope. When insulin's supply dwindles, the bacteria threatens me with a silent, unceremonious demise.
This domineering pallor and the flickering hope maketh the wobbly person I am - A drunk half-heartedly hoping to make it to home.
I am having to talk about it because I am experiencing its full force. May I say the element of fate has an under-acknowledged role to play in the turn of things? I may dare to.
People live in their heads. Those heads are instant worlds in themselves. Such worlds comprise of multitudes of emotions and those emotions mostly conceive the actions people pull off. Such actions beget consequences and people are held tethered to those consequences.
If I am able to ruminate over this sequence, then it's on me to impart that in my thought process. And when I fail in imparting so, I stand as an educated illiterate. I am just being that now. Some quiet reflection brings me here.
I am just being a cranky preschooler who's upset with this semi-automatic car toy not moving despite him refusing to coil its key. Mindlessly adamant to have his way. Rationale abandoned and patience pulverized by a persistent misfortune.
Weeks constitute months and those months with their passing leave a silhouette of diminishing mortality which has no silver lining. This writing may have depression as its soul - when hasn't it been on this blog?
This pallor is getting old with me - being my companion in my ageing. But there's a benign bacteria inside me - the itch of Happiness. It's like Diabetes. It can be controlled to assume as a possible reality only as long as I feed it with the insulin of Hope. When insulin's supply dwindles, the bacteria threatens me with a silent, unceremonious demise.
This domineering pallor and the flickering hope maketh the wobbly person I am - A drunk half-heartedly hoping to make it to home.
