User talk:Indra~enwiki
Believes: shattering or in progress?
On the serious note I thought one of the bigger inventions this era has seen, condoms will always find a place in it. Way before in 17th century Sir Isaac Newton predicted that earth won’t go beyond 2060 with the current species but we people have managed to do so despite that alarming global warming… as we see the major fear that we are living under is the increased population. Our abusive behavior to the natural resources is leading us to exactly where we people belong. I think we can fairly think about the condoms now.
Evolution has always been a matter of debate. It streamlined the people but found them on the opposite banks, some supporting existence of God and some skeptic about it. Thanks to Darwin that atheist, agnostic and skeptic people can also live on the same planet. Interesting thing is both group support abiogenesis and it is yet to be scientifically proved. So till that time keep applying mental pressures on the other side.
Human being live a very predictable life [though we often cry over life being unpredictable, which definitely brings the idea of creating another thread and discuss it over there], sometimes miracles do happen with an individual. In fact those miracles are happening every second in the universe with some crazy probability.
It means those astounding events are not miracles at all, it is just like falling under those probability once in a while or more.
Which strengthen my beliefs of which I read once “God, devil, heaven and hell: none of these exists, but the thought they embody are the product of absolute brilliance.”
I look for tranquil solitude
Frequently in dreams I see myself falling from heights. I am not able to face those sudden changes. I close my eyes and firmly fix my jaws together. I do not want to see myself lying on the ground in red... shattered. A feeling of awe increases my excitement to no end, but before hitting the grounds I evaporate to somewhere else. Thanks. Perhaps I need to experiment one of those crazy dives to get over this haunted dream.
I do not know why I want every day to pass and wait for the next day, though I know nothing is going to change tomorrow except some date and time. There is something I want to change in me... I try to figure out but only to reject any kind of change altogether. Unintentionally the fight is begun. Heart, mind, soul... they all play for win and this fellow suffers the most only to observe the game getting filthy. To kick the shit out of me, I want to sip it down and close my eyes to help them see, beyond what they can actually see and choke my ears with my fingers to listen unheard sagas, which is like somebody is moaning, it seems like somebody has lost his voice, he wants to come it out because sound is exploding in his own throat. He, visibly, is in pain... I want to help this non-existent creature.
I know, I am getting rigid day by day. I know, everything inside me will be broken some day. Everything around me seems to be struggling and I know, I am the reason why they are looking so.
World: my own prison
Sometimes I consider myself as a parasite on a human body which is taking up all the resources needed by a human body and in return giving back anger, frustration and a need of high all the time.
when emptiness fills me within, darkness takes dawn and memories of those sad moments bring insane grin on my face, this parasite enjoys my blood and I feel like obliged.
It is not allowing what a human is supposed to do. To socialize and to co-operate in helping each other let live and to build better societies.
Apart from these damn society concepts, we have our physical and emotional needs, which I ignore till the time I enjoy this parasite and when humanity wins over I threw it off my back and runs towards those who look alike.
I try to mingle with them and it feels like "to whom I am interacting with?", certainly I don't belong to somee of those unwanted frequencies. I feel like a fool, among some crap talks. Some of their talks are real pain in the neck and in whatever. All of a sudden that parasite appears on my back, begging me to take him back again to a world which he calls his own. That world does consist humans and living objects for sure, but they are all having independent existence. He would be taken back.
Are we here to just build societies, to fuck, to reproduce another alike fool and to buy a bigger mansion, bigger than the one that father had from his salaries? My idea of a better life is somewhat different which can not be measured by above mentioned parameters, which deserves to be expored. I remain confused and expect the world would be fair to me. It would not happen, as a matter of fact I do not see it happening at all.
But the process in itself is a mixture of fun and frustration. Certainly I am not capable to go on and on right now. There are higher risk that I will slip down in the abyss of darkness finding myself alone there forever or this need of high, all the time, will make me a sick or druggist.
So far I am not aware of my hell-bents. As always future has kept all the rights to answer these questions and I like a blind man will find my ways out of here.