Dare to be different

Deep inside our hearts, buried somewhere in the center of our minds are the ideals and the philosophies with which we walk the corners of our lives. We are people of habit, only subject to change when we feel threatened or something we desire desperately requires our change. Often we are forced to think of different possible outcomes of our actions and sometimes we pledge our so called undying vows not to succumb to the usual pattern associated with human behavior as if we were capable of achieving it on our own. Time and time again we do the very things we pledge to not do. We fail ourselves first with our broken pledges and then fail others by actually doing it. We are humans; our nature is naturally flawed, and even though we are birthed innocent, we are flawed and worse, we live in a world that literally contaminates us. We have people breathing down our necks with their beliefs and convictions. Slowly but continuously, we are being contaminated and our values are gradually dissolving in this vast ocean of worldliness. Whatever happened to our beliefs and our constant need to be better? In a time like this, our lives see more hate than good. We are consumed from all corners by greed and selfishness, even love has become just a word we use to derive our earthly, temporal pleasures. We feign everything and secretly hate each other. Life use to be black and white but I get the feeling it's more like black and blue with a little grey area.

Perfection is what we aim for. But what does perfection look like? What portrait does our mental hands paint for us when it comes to perfection. Is our vision blurred with clouds of smoke or are we like smoke when the embers have died. Who are we and what are we striving to become? Are we following the worldly order of things? Why does everything have to be the way the world says it should be? Why can't we be the needle in the haystack, or why can't we be the black sheep in all the many constants. It's a beautiful life filled with natural thrills and moments of bliss and the perfection we seek comes from the source of our existence. Perfection eludes us because we've estranged ourselves from the source and now we are sitting ducks bombarded with the fast moving ideals and philosophies of the world which mentally corrupts ours. Sooner or later, we die from all the loneliness in our hearts because our selfish nature never allowed us to connect on a vulnerable level.






We all have a blind spot. It's in the human nature to have a blind spot. A particular spot which we cover and present better than we do other spots. We bear not the secrets out because it changes how people see us. We have become people of the masses and our approval addiction rate is climbing faster than a rocket. Why is it important that others see us better than we see ourselves? How do we see ourselves?






To be continued....