Thoughts to Discuss

Sometimes, there is no line between right and wrong. Not even a fine line. Instead, they are just interwoven like a gradient in shades of grey.

You came to my life. It felt like pure white, but in reality, we were an interwoven shade of grey.

I held on. I didn’t know how not to. And just like the time I sketched that serene face of yours with a charcoal chalk, it made my hands grey. But the picture was beautiful. 

And just like two lit matchsticks holding on to each other, we burned and danced together, although we knew our end was near, our shadows growing darker with each second.

We kissed our last kiss, held hands, stuck to each other. The ballad ended, and our ashes painted a dark grey portrait, the story of our eternal love, wrong in every way, yet right in every way.

I heard beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder

But why is it,

Mr. Beholder,

that I am always hot,

but not beautiful?

I am fuckable,

but not loveable?

I am what you desire,

but not what you want?

I am your craving,

but not your fulfilment?

I saw a movie today that made me think about stories. What are stories? Are they an extension of our experiences or our crazy imaginations?

I would say it is a bit of both. It is our experiences hidden inside our crazy imaginations. Even in fictional stories. For example, J K rowling created dementors in the Harry Potter saga as a symbol of depression from her own experience. I feel all creativity is inspired by something we experience ourselves or by something we hear from someone. So in an essense all stories represent truth in some way, fiction or otherwise.

We see the world as how others show it to us. The best of everything and everyone. Be it instagram posts or artworks or movies or poetry. No one sees the imperfect works. The unpublished drafts. But I want to. Because real life exists in those “unchosen” moments.

Hope.

It keeps you going in the worst times. It helps us go through the winter to get to the spring. It is neither a happy emotion nor a sad one. So, it can last forever.

But hope can also be the evil that makes you stuck in an eternity of winter. It stops you from making a ship to get to the other side. But hope wont bring the airplane in time to save you.

Maybe even the concept of god is to have hope. But remember to do our part before letting hope take care of it.

It is always a great feeling when we come across an awesome piece of writing, be it a poem or a story or a life incident. I used to feel jealous when I read these, and would wish that I could write like that.

But maybe it is good not to be great. Because if I am a great writer, I may not feel so awestruck by a good piece of writing. The baseline would be higher, which means less chance of getting that wow feeling, right?

So overall, I can enjoy reading a lot more if I am not a great writer, I guess. Silver lining? Or a silver cloud?

Is there something called google addiction? If so, I have it. Because, I seem to google every small things. Every silly doubts. About how to do this. How to do that.

In a way, it might be good because I can get to know what people think about all this. But it kinda kills my creativity and independent thoughts too.

#randomthoughts

If you get satisfied after achieveing something, will you work to improve in it or will you celebrate your achievment and take rest? I think the tendency to get satisfied easily with small things is both good and bad. Good because you would be happy and satisfied for most of your life and bad because you won’t have the drive to become better in what you are good at.

Getting hurt is much better than hurting someone else. It is easier to forgive someone else than forgiving yourself.

In the movie ‘Hamari Adhuri Kahani’, the hero asks the heroine about the extremely beautiful and seemingly ‘perfect’ garden which roughly translates to “This garden is so perfect, yet something is missing. What could it be?” and she replies that “It is this perfection which makes it feels like we are missing something”.

In a way, I could find this concept extending to many things in life. For example, when I take a photo, usually the first pic I take without the least planning is the best. The more I try to make things perfect and get the best shot, the worse it gets. Another beautiful example is of Marilyn Monroe. The ‘imperfection’ that we call a mole on her cheek makes her perfect face more beautiful. Similar situations happens in science too. One example I know of is the dislocations that we call as a defect in the perfect crystal of the material could be used to strengthen the material.

Maybe it is the natural beauty in imperfections which make them appealing. So, stop attaining perfectionism, because, imperfection is also an element in perfectionism. Learn to use the imperfections to make your perfect things more perfect!