There are times in life which show nothing but a dead-end. You do not know who is to blame. In the end, all you do self-incrimination.
I know times and situations do not remain perfect all the time. Rather, most of the times they follow no unblemished pattern. Circumstances are just an outcome of consecutive, back-to-back upshots. I know there are times when you feel there is nothing more to life, but even the darkest of days are not eternal. Miracles do happen, though rarely; mostly, defeat stares in the eyes. And one should have the courage to stare back.
As of now, I do not know what I aim to convey, yet piling my thoughts together. As a matter-of-fact, some events just instigate the least expected out of apparently, very plausible scenarios. I do not know if it is the selfish human nature that kicks in, or the fact that most of us are ready to go an extra mile, however, within our own limitations and comfort zone. This just makes me question relationships and their sancity all the more - does love even exist? Let alone true love. The oddly hour when a certain context exceeds peoples' parameters of acceptance, they usually flip to a one-eighty degree steep turn. Initially, I thought this was surprising. But today, as expected, it hurts me, though, is no longer a bolt from the blue.
To learn that those people are ones who you love the most - immediate family - nothing closer than that, or the closest of friends, inevitably bruises the spirit. It could be your partner, who you think would scale heights, lengths and beyond, to your happiness seems like nothing more than fastasm. Something like this pricking through the vessels of the body is ruthless.
The grimace that captures my eyes and face when I find myself only 'explaining' and 'justifying' my point of view leaves me disgusted and hopeless. I wince at the thought that there is no slightest grind of semblance between myself and the one who means the world to me. Rightly so, no one can keep imposing their pigeoned-vision views on you just because they think they are right. If only, people altered their thoughts beyond their own canvas of what is right or wrong - the world would be a much better place. Confinement within the walls of their own respective individuality and comfort zone is everyone's right and it is right. However, holding a pre-concieved notion towards every single object just complicates the simplest of situations. There should be variation, semblance and agreement upon disagreement.
My thoughts are so smudged, that most of this makes no damned sense. But there comes a duration where you feel abjected. After persistent attempts to establish the simpler scenarios as simplest, and sligtly complicated ones as simple, there is no strength left to resorb any further dents.
There is defeat, right here, right now. From head to toe, everything seems unattainable and forlorn. Like any other human, I also contain a circumscribed capacity to greet humps and dumps.
No one can spend an expanse of a lifetime in convincing someone - be it immediate relationships or friends - in explicating that their sentinment is probable and likely. Frankly, there is a world beyond a comfort domain. Everyone deserves room enough to be their very self inclusive of all sixes and sevens.
Life would be much simpler if there were modification, acceptance and flexibility. Sadly, those who expect the aforesaid from you are most stringent in extending the same towards you.
'Be strong' - now, deems futile. Even the strongest advocates of this phrase have their frail transformations. Because no matter how strong, we all have a compass to absorb illogic, inconsequence and immoderation.
In the end, you only conclude that no relationship in life comes with an untarnished ambience. Not even immediate family, let alone anyone else.
In the end by Linkin Park: www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AWbgkRpYwc
I know times and situations do not remain perfect all the time. Rather, most of the times they follow no unblemished pattern. Circumstances are just an outcome of consecutive, back-to-back upshots. I know there are times when you feel there is nothing more to life, but even the darkest of days are not eternal. Miracles do happen, though rarely; mostly, defeat stares in the eyes. And one should have the courage to stare back.
As of now, I do not know what I aim to convey, yet piling my thoughts together. As a matter-of-fact, some events just instigate the least expected out of apparently, very plausible scenarios. I do not know if it is the selfish human nature that kicks in, or the fact that most of us are ready to go an extra mile, however, within our own limitations and comfort zone. This just makes me question relationships and their sancity all the more - does love even exist? Let alone true love. The oddly hour when a certain context exceeds peoples' parameters of acceptance, they usually flip to a one-eighty degree steep turn. Initially, I thought this was surprising. But today, as expected, it hurts me, though, is no longer a bolt from the blue.
To learn that those people are ones who you love the most - immediate family - nothing closer than that, or the closest of friends, inevitably bruises the spirit. It could be your partner, who you think would scale heights, lengths and beyond, to your happiness seems like nothing more than fastasm. Something like this pricking through the vessels of the body is ruthless.
The grimace that captures my eyes and face when I find myself only 'explaining' and 'justifying' my point of view leaves me disgusted and hopeless. I wince at the thought that there is no slightest grind of semblance between myself and the one who means the world to me. Rightly so, no one can keep imposing their pigeoned-vision views on you just because they think they are right. If only, people altered their thoughts beyond their own canvas of what is right or wrong - the world would be a much better place. Confinement within the walls of their own respective individuality and comfort zone is everyone's right and it is right. However, holding a pre-concieved notion towards every single object just complicates the simplest of situations. There should be variation, semblance and agreement upon disagreement.
My thoughts are so smudged, that most of this makes no damned sense. But there comes a duration where you feel abjected. After persistent attempts to establish the simpler scenarios as simplest, and sligtly complicated ones as simple, there is no strength left to resorb any further dents.
There is defeat, right here, right now. From head to toe, everything seems unattainable and forlorn. Like any other human, I also contain a circumscribed capacity to greet humps and dumps.
No one can spend an expanse of a lifetime in convincing someone - be it immediate relationships or friends - in explicating that their sentinment is probable and likely. Frankly, there is a world beyond a comfort domain. Everyone deserves room enough to be their very self inclusive of all sixes and sevens.
Life would be much simpler if there were modification, acceptance and flexibility. Sadly, those who expect the aforesaid from you are most stringent in extending the same towards you.
'Be strong' - now, deems futile. Even the strongest advocates of this phrase have their frail transformations. Because no matter how strong, we all have a compass to absorb illogic, inconsequence and immoderation.
In the end, you only conclude that no relationship in life comes with an untarnished ambience. Not even immediate family, let alone anyone else.
In the end by Linkin Park: www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AWbgkRpYwc
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very clear,concise and well written.
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