To be or not to be to be able to survive is a wonder in itself. To be able to come out of a fiasco is a mere footnote in the bigger journey called life. Yet we get so engrossed about such things that when they actually play out in our domain, we kind of become blind and oblivious to the outer world. We do not respond to the outer stimulus and behave like a dead body, frozen in time and sensibilities.
We are a living body with a dead soul. We all are. Ok.Before all of you protest that you are not, ask yourself when was the last time you had smiled or cried when you were not directly affected by the events. Sounds mad? I don’t think so. It only sounds sympathetic. Remember Prometheus? The Greek titan who stole fire from Zeus and gave it to the mortals? We need more of him and not of grandeurs.
We are all consumed with the challenge of making our life a better one. We are so occupied by the unknown future that the present is always a miss and yet a mess. We are a product of so many sacrifices and voluntary services and we take them for granted. We always demand gratitude for services which we never paid when we were at the receiving end of that. Yet we call ourselves rational, intelligent and justified.
These days there are no childhood, because there is no child anymore. All are either a well oiled machine or a bunch of crap. Nobody wants a human, all want successful cheerleaders. Sounds unapologetic? Pessimistic? Copy cat? If only life could give us a second chance! Even we take chances also for granted!
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Dedicated to souls like me who were in deep trouble and continue to be in (not in a way that world definitely understand)
