...civilization will crash upon
itself, a building, advancing and yet, without a structure... Let the truth sit
like a king to reign...
ME
#ART... If it sounds stupid, take a moment to look at those who
fall in love, take a moment to wonder what goes through their minds, take a
moment yet again, to wonder what they see in each others' eyes, give yourself
sometime to think, I mean, what makes more sense that would give them more
comfort than a pillow has to offer... If you don't understand the love of God,
if your reasoning is bare minimal... Think about a mother's love, think about a
child's love for its mother... Do you understand?
If you will give it a thought, why do
we work, if not for ego and for bread; for status, we would speak words, for
status, we would define emptiness... For bread we would break limits, for
something to eat we would make friends. Think of it, we tell people we are in a
race, a race that defines everything that we are, can be, will be but then,
what is the reality of why we run? Nothing but ego and bread
Colours, the money gap - the battle
for who's elite and who's divine... Why has it never made any sense to me? Ask
yourself, irrespective of your opinion, what makes man an animal of
hypocrisy... An animal of basest desires... Wars are fought but within
sides, there is always the colour gap... Who's black, who's white. Who's not
white enough, who's too black for comfort. If it makes any sense, even an iota
of sense, then there should not be any wars. It is all hypocrisy... The story
of opposing sides, a story, if these sides exist...
Does it bother you? Understand that every
man needs courage to be patient. We often spend so much time worrying than
we should, praying. Though we are all but men, why worry when you can pray -
why pray when you can worry? A little faith would bring answers. This
proves right, the old saying "A problem shared is half-solved." You
already have faith in God, enough to believe the answers WILL come...
I think it's all simple, helping a
man and killing a man operate under the same principle; be quiet about it...
All hurdles, all men, to be worked with, must first be understood... The mind
of man is a ghost universe. Understanding is the key.
I
Life is two sides to a coin; heads AND tails...
Karma is the one language every man speaks, it is the tongue of reality.
As if it makes sense, it should
bother the world that hunger does not kill a man but food does. The very thing
designed to keep us alive, from what? It makes you wonder, if education is
the key, to what lock is it then? The rich, the famous, the
influential, the powerful, the elite, the dead even... How can there be so many
hungry and underprivileged? Though we all remember when we were told
"every man is a slave of his design." Knowledge is power, power
corrupts. The poor are taught that 1 + 1 equals 2 because they have no room
for diversity - it all makes no sense.
Isn't it all just funny? We are all
born without a name, and will die without one; on the day of your birth, they
call you "the baby," "it," and any other adjectival
qualifier. It's quite funny, we probably never call ourselves by our names as
we grow older. Say it's just man's way of adapting, I wouldn't deny. It's a
truth - THE
truth nonetheless... No one will remember you for who you are, no one will
care. The world needs legacies. Time is currency...
Everyone is, in their own way, wise.
I mean, many pay attention, as currency, to details. Talk about the rich, let
us listen to the definition of enthusiasm... Man is a slave of basest
desires. Someone once told me, "if it is not your business, leave it
be." Yet we ask questions - Is there a God? Audacity, and hypocrisy...
That is all it is, those things that keep us happy, we constantly challenge.
Would anything in the world make sense if we talked less?
They say there are those who have a
golden touch, those whose hands turn diamond to nothing, and in-between these
two, there are those who don't even make a difference. Does that count, does it
give them a free pass to just keep existing and be free from all troubles -
responsibilities of joy? Does it mean that they neither know pain, nor joy?
Does it make any sense?
"Time is a healer, time is a
killer."
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