Multiples in an enclosed space, each have their own idea of what is right and what is wrong, each of them thinks they are right, things should be done their way and yet their energies have to be managed in a way to achieve one goal..
It leaves callouses on the minds and souls
I once had great clarity, I was forever ready to shed great weight of the baggage we carry everyday but asking came stress with that power.
Stress so overwhelming, that sucked energy like a kryptonite, at each step this stress would test me, my patience, my strength, my grit.
Along as it tested me, it took away little by little each of it.
Now with time, the great tidal wave of stress has taken away the gift of grit. The sands of time left hollow scars on my thoughts, the vibrant energy is more marred with tainted particles.
When the mind is at the peak of its pain, when it has longed, engaged, persevered yet failed; and there isn’t any option but to go on, it crumbles down.
This is the time when a man reaches his true potential, he sees a definite path and place where he wants to go, he leaves behind emotions holding him back.
We reconstruct new patterns; enduring the pain until we evolve.
Will big or small failures keep coming my way, and there is nothing I can do about it….
All those of you who know you are empowered…..you are….
This was emoted in a picture once, it will forever go on in this way, one just keeps on fulfilling duties and perish.
In this journey, a man is bound to make mistakes, I am made of imperfect senses, and invariably illusion-ed, I quickly cave to desire….
So each day I remember you, call you as I make all mistakes, I simply ask you what knowledge, what understanding shall take me through..again I sit in front of you, eyes dripped in plea, folded hands, asking for the thoughts that could carry me through to clarity.
With weak words and shallow threads of thought, rising and falling, I stumble towards hope of deliverance.
There is salvation pulling me out of spirals with an immediate force, I fight to free my arms and clutch it.
I never thought that the feeling of dying could be so satisfactory, in this final hour I feel unlike ever before, I feel completely blissful, complete and peace
Tonight when I found it difficult to sleep, I listened to a song called deliver us from evil by Bullet for my Valentine, this line that is repeated as a second chorus caught my attention like never before .. “this tank is empty let it dry, I’m suffering”..earlier when I used to listen to this song only the title got to me…but tonight I felt like it is a call to him…to ease the suffering a little.. So I listened to it on repeat
Purport: I have been trying to stick to my way of being delivered from my difficulty constantly, and in this hunt, I feel the need of different ways and reinventions to feel deliverance
I asked myself, where will the pushing and shoving leave me? My powers will dwindle…
And I told myself, yes.
Being a man of imperfect senses is unfortunate
The small threads of imperfect thoughts that give rise to senses is unfortunate
Knowledge of being invariably illusioned and yet can’t break out of it is unfortunate
Donning the dark baggage of mistakes that I know but with blurry vision is unfortunate
The shadow of guilt is the driver instead of vigor is unfortunate
The lost hard work which couldn’t find its way is unfortunate
All the unreturned feelings of thoughtful care is unfortunate
A deep impact of little steps which make small movement is unfortunate
It is unfortunate that struggle is dying of poor actions lead by impulsive decisions in a scattered soul
Steady decline of willful souls is unfortunate
If you and you got climbing but stopped by the limited mind and cage of own actions, is it unfortunate or fortunate?
All of us were imperfect came the arrangement that bound us together with the realization of a never reaching goal, is it fortunate or unfortunate?
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