The face that we see in the mirror is the intersection of the seen past and the unseen future.There has been a perfect mismatch of the sight and the light that helps in beaming out the sight. Yet, it gives a contentment when we are appreciated as the way we are, and even if we do not tend to be ourselves still then there is someone who knows why we are struggling so hard, and that; we need not try so hard to be, for they are the Real- the protector, the refiner and sustainer of knowledge of who we are. We never get to know what we are for we always define ourselves from the microscopic lens of the 'other', who has the power to define what we ought to be. We cry a river, but the amount of tears to be shed is determined not by the pain, but by the time that tickles on the clock, constructed by the power of the 'winner of the absolute gain'.
It does not need the brain of a rocket scientist to understand that it needs courage not to do what we do not love to do. Yet, to muster up our courage day by day to say no to things that we think people force us to do, is by finding our self in whatever we do. We cannot make someone happy, by being not happy ourselves, however, things changes when the 'others' are someone very close to our heart, and worse in when someone's rational becomes our emotion. Our actions and our thoughts are but a dialogue between us and the world. Why then, do we talk about 'self', when there is only a 'commune-self'. Flickering thoughts are just like gun shots that kills the worm on a parched ground, such a wasted consideration, however, such thoughts if bundled up then opens up gateway for revolution. But, is an individual like a thought that performs well when bind into whole, does the 'unique self' flies away to hundreds of dreamland. If lives that we live is bullied....then the unseen self just continues to crave for the moral ideals mentioned in torn pages of ancient books.
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