Many a time when one begins to write- as a young writer one feels like only highlighting all that is wrong with the world. All that is unjust, impure. Dont know who but someone's rightly said that rebellion is the reason any writer ever wrote. For a long time a dear friend of mine told me my writing lacks that anger, that cynicism that comes from having not just lived but faced life. Hell I was immature enough to mark in bold the letters that which I wanted to stress upon- as though I were writing a comic book. I even put smileys where I felt like a smile. Like right now. I still would not say life has taught me a whole lot. But it has taught me enough to write. And never to stop writing. Here's a tribute to the dear friend who brought me here. To this place. Where my writing feels like my own.
There comes a time in each of our lives when we must be faced with certain divine truths- That true happiness lies in abandonment, that honesty really is the best policy, that only relationships based on real respect and love would last and not opportunistic ones. These and many others like these make us feel incompetent. Having lived most of our lives on extremely double, short sighted and mean standards we then end up realizing that virtues are called so for a reason. There are thousands of us who try to "modernize" our value systems. But At the helm of things lie certain fundamental truths. And those are the truths that make us who we are. Whether we choose to embrace or ignore them shapes our destiny.
We live and die with ourselves. We do not have entwined destinies but individual fates. We do not cross paths but walk along or fall behind. We do not carry burdens but pitch for our own material needs. We do not tell truths but justify our lies about our own existence or our roles. We are not arrogant but in denial. We are not humble but bittersweet. We do not cry when we shed tears. We do not smile when we laugh. But we do belong to ourselves. We do...
The only time we are ever really without doubts is when we criticize others. The only time we are ever really happy is when we think we have made it big in out small little worlds. The only lessons we ever try to learn are those that materially benefit us. The only things we buy are those that supposedly "set us apart". When we see each other's pain- we are either too big for it or too small. Never just sad for one another. When we think of death we are only thinking about the death of our own life. Never about the death of love or compassion. Or about the death of beauty.
We were never the masters of anything save our own desires. And never could we truly master them...
There comes a time in each of our lives when we must be faced with certain divine truths- That true happiness lies in abandonment, that honesty really is the best policy, that only relationships based on real respect and love would last and not opportunistic ones. These and many others like these make us feel incompetent. Having lived most of our lives on extremely double, short sighted and mean standards we then end up realizing that virtues are called so for a reason. There are thousands of us who try to "modernize" our value systems. But At the helm of things lie certain fundamental truths. And those are the truths that make us who we are. Whether we choose to embrace or ignore them shapes our destiny.
We live and die with ourselves. We do not have entwined destinies but individual fates. We do not cross paths but walk along or fall behind. We do not carry burdens but pitch for our own material needs. We do not tell truths but justify our lies about our own existence or our roles. We are not arrogant but in denial. We are not humble but bittersweet. We do not cry when we shed tears. We do not smile when we laugh. But we do belong to ourselves. We do...
The only time we are ever really without doubts is when we criticize others. The only time we are ever really happy is when we think we have made it big in out small little worlds. The only lessons we ever try to learn are those that materially benefit us. The only things we buy are those that supposedly "set us apart". When we see each other's pain- we are either too big for it or too small. Never just sad for one another. When we think of death we are only thinking about the death of our own life. Never about the death of love or compassion. Or about the death of beauty.
We were never the masters of anything save our own desires. And never could we truly master them...
