A Taste of Truth

The lovely thing about a myth is that it’s perfectly playable. You can literally play with it as it’s dimensions are endless. What makes a mythology true is the same thing that makes a fact false. The concept of going on with the thesis is that if we go deep into analysis, truth is but the biological mother of fiction with falsehood being the seemingly rebellious stepson. However if we have to function on the definition of “truth” itself, the good son is the Luciferous one. We fear truth more than his scheming step brother. Why? Because he brings mischief. Truth is the one who deliberately puts up a mask, the cloud that innocently passes away and points everyone to falsehood. The funny part is truth is the liar whereas his sibling isn’t much of a faker. Concept promotes history and history as well as current affairs repeatedly proves one thing and that being: Truth itself is so contradictory that it’s almost like a lie trying to redeem itself. It is a confused entity amongst us who suffers from dissociative personality disorder. However at the same time what makes the nicely brought up child a more severe liar is the causality from his constancy when it comes to change. The good boy has his prince-hood which is more a curse to him, giving him his unsaintly desires to change every second. Falsehood is the troubling anti-hero.

Everyone brings in animals in their frequent word-fights all the time, taking that into consideration “Truth” is the snake that feeds on the eggs of it’s own kind. Falsehood is a panther, the honorable carnivore. The lawful evildoer. The sympathetic swindler.

Let’s start from the basics, we all know that at times it’s completely fine to lie to someone about something. It is, if you know that you need to tell them the truth the moment the extra beans can be let out of the sack. It is better to lie and tell your wife about the broken plate later when no one gets agitated and hurt than just say it then and there.

Scientifically, if you’re being truthful to someone about ninety percent of the instance you’re narrating is wearing a protective jacket on the basis of how important that piece of narrative is. This is true irrespective of what that piece of “truth” might be. The fact is when you’re being false it is a two way gamble but when you’re trying to be truthful it’s a gamble with possibilities harder to comprehend.

Truth does take a person a long way, that point is noted. However what if each lie we tell is actually a clearer version of what’s actually “true” about ourselves and the “truth” is the lie the world tells us to admit to. Myths are termed to be lies whereas legends are termed as basis of truth even though both categories have stories which can have equal amounts of falsification.

Truth is a conclusion approved while a lie is a scrapped conjecture. It’s better to keep it a conjecture because the conclusion isn’t constant.

The truth is a very devilish thing. The liar in your life is quite cruel but deep down you know that truthful friend of your’s can torture the satan inside you. The fact that anything is true is a myth really.

 

 

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The Passing

I continued to tread through a dreadful mist of lies but suddenly I took a left turn and saw the truth before me. Surprisingly the truth was just that whenever I keep telling myself the same lie, it decides to show itself to me after an odd number of times. The lie was that I only thought of her in that way because she was the girl everyone want. The Prized One or the best possible thing that makes you class material if you get her. It’s good to lie to yourself, but it’s bad when you can’t shake the fact that it’s a lie when you’re saying it. The fact that I adore her and it’s actually not a crush but something way above in the food chain is questionable when you cannot fathom how or why it escalated so quickly.

Facing the fact, I wanted to speak but normally it’s hard enough truthfully, now I had to find the courage to move up and reason with it. Cutting on the metaphors, I’ll tell you that if there was any other moment which had been so educational, it would still be right after this one. This meeting was the silent pass by but the fact is the silence delivered quite an intensive speech.

She walked through the crowd while moving her hair with one hand and holding her phone in the other. It was a reminder that the situation didn’t look to have aged at all. Her eyes as beautiful as they were oblivious to my presence. She didn’t seemed to have aged at all, rather looked to have become younger. In a few seconds I became from aimless to analytical and that hurts.

How easy it was just crossing paths without even letting them collide is what you realize. However meanwhile everything isn’t looking so great on the inside. There is worry, anxiety and fear regarding what the person should do. Should he walk up and face his fear? What measures should he take? What is the bloody plan?

I wish I could say everybody’s right and I should perhaps either face her or face it. Well thing is I am moving on but cannot be rid of her. I have reached the new level where I have perhaps escaped her but she hasn’t yet escaped my mind. She keeps coming back, my mind keeps bringing her back at times. Well for one thing the constant wishes got me to see her live again however that birdwatching session showed me something new. The same thing but through the eyes of sensibility did I see it.

Now with that I am one step closer to ridding myself off self-torture. I would be lying if I say I didn’t feel like the world is stealing her away from me now that we don’t exist to each other, well at least me to her but then what can you do right? Everyone has to move on and it was now my turn to seriously do that, however at the same time I’ll keep some hope for the next nine years.

Talking About Possibilities

You know at times you’re sitting and eating your evening tea and you suddenly realize how weird the world actually is. I watch a lot of movies and will continue that until the day I die but now perhaps I am really beginning to realize that the old saying  “What you see on television is not true.” that we’ve always heard from our parents which goes is actually true.

Think about it, every third movie you watch has scenes where a guy goes and approaches a girl with real ease and mostly escapes without a slap or the “turn down”. To be exact, the other day I was watching such a movie with a friend and I remember me asking him at one point “It seems so easy you know.” and he went “It’s only smooth  on screen.”. He’s right because if we knew, mostly us guys sadly but in reality if we have even a speck of chance of being turned down we don’t take the step. That’s just how it is, it’s same whether you’re a guy or a girl, gay or straight. We’re afraid of either losing the person from our lives or losing our streak in never being turned down. If the movie route could be taken there would be a lesser number of “sweet talkers” without someone to hook up with every Tuesday. All of us successful talkers can’t take the “No”, basically.

Pickups aren’t the only ones, the similar courage and success when you’re in or you come across a tough spot which you can’t handle easily. That’s long form for “people who want to kick your ass”. If I could fool people and lessen the numbers with as simple as “Wait wait wait” to as complex as “Robby! It’s been so long! Remember the daily outings, you visiting me and me visiting you? Let me give you a hug, then maybe you’ll remember” and taking the chance to jab or turning his/her gun against him/her. The tv is basically saying “You have it in you. You don’t really need any training.” And I’m like “So you’re basically telling me that there is a semi bruce lee inside everyone.”.

Another particular one which is really what made me start talking about this in the first place is that sense of freedom you see in movies. You know that “nothing awkward about it” feeling when a new character suddenly pops up and enters the conversation without asking. I’d love to suddenly walk up to a friend and tell her “Listen I know how you feel but you need to really smile, not just smile. Those who really care about you would really want you to do that” because she definitely needs to know that. To be really honest, that thing just makes you jealous of a movie. A human being jealous of a visual for something can you believe it? I tell you, when you’re able to walk up to someone and tell him/her something based on what you noticed from their behavior in the last five minutes and it’s ok, then you know what proper freedom can be like. It also means that then the word “awkward” needn’t exist.

Basically what they tell you is what’s possible then it’s done. They’ve been doing that for decades. We can always try to impress a girl on the street or walk up and save her from a passing creep or comment on a conversation she’s having but that situation isn’t going to come every day. Unfortunately they aren’t always acceptable everywhere too. If they were, life would be so much easier and more fun. Sometimes this freedom just helps bring people closer easily.

Plain Reality

Emptiness. A blank mind wandering from dusk till dawn while driving out emotions. Emotion bearing hunger, hundreds of thousands of declining thoughts.

“I don’t know”

“Why don’t I know?”

“I wish to know! I want to find myself”

The future of that person starts now, with the dry feeling in his throat.  The thought is the start and with that begins every other emotional situation.

“And I still do not know”

Perhaps the endless emotion situation is lucky to be there, it helps me know something at least. Or else I would know nothing.

It is this situation that teaches me sadness, it teaches us fear. The fear of losing someone else.

Destruction is so creative, it calms us before bringing the storm. Makes us numb enough so the drug finds it easier.

The tension makes me feel heavy, makes me want to eat, sleep………. and sometimes smoke.

I do not like the feeling, it makes me vulnerable. It makes me weak and leaves me lesser than myself.

The emptiness leaves the mind so closed that sometimes one wishes he could go to sleep and wake up in another life.

The idiocy boosts the adrenaline and increases the pressure on the brain. The pulse increases, hope decreases.

“Kill me now. Someone, please.”

I am not going to cry, fall into the void of emotions. Sometimes emptiness actually helps. The pain of the calm is better than that of the mental degradation.

Sharing it makes it even more remarkable at times, you just don’t know what to say and how to say it sometimes. It’s basically place you can’t describe, one of those ultimate things you can’t fully describe. Others have to experience by themselves. And it doesn’t help at all, you’re just telling someone “hey so this is me right now, and that’s how it is with me like most of the time” and he’s like “Oh yeah uh huh uh huh.”

It happens again though and they are there but it doesn’t really make it easier. Thoughts themselves are a bloody paradox. Emptiness helps hence but like everything, it’s torture is just less painful.

  Colors of life

 

 

Blue is the new color

As colorful as the sky

Is the feeling of passion

As endless to the core

Let them see it

 

Red is the color of hatred

Too mixed to have only one truth

Filled with situations beyond control

Dragging them to dream of achieving it

Let them feel it

 

Then as darkness joins the fray

All gets blacker, mind and all

Worlds start shifting, people start drifting

Leaving indifferent nothingness

Let them escape it.

 

Then is the one that’s divine

Takes them towards enlightenment

Until you have to come back

Feeling brighter, a torched up soul

Let them embrace it

 

 

What about violet then?

It feels lonely apart from funny

It wonders about “potted violet”

Similarly do we even feel orange?

Just like we heat red’s glory

Things are made to be as they seem

The truth is colorless and silent

but its implications have multiple

and the truth is there are many

but all aren’t understood

All these colors that do mean

All of them that don’t

Let them know it

 

A world simply entwined by description

Feelings having reference of sight

A world governed by many styles

many more than you will give credit for

 

 

What if

What if what is right is actually wrong and what is beyond wrong is actually right?

What if what is, is not it and when we die we wake up? Yes! What if what we see and feel right now is just an illusion, an illusion which keeps us from seeing the truth as it is. What if all the flash of colours, the innumerable rainbows, even those sudden matching t-shirts. All of them, what if one day when you close your eyes and stop, suddenly you open them and see that what was wasn’t anything and what is, is something that would make you feel shocked or in other words complicated. That’s just the subtle way of putting it.

But….but but let us say this world, this truth or let’s just say “this figment of imagination which we right now cannot imagine which also can deny most if not all of what already exists, is a happy one.”

Now you might be wondering that what am I saying? Now what if what we’re saying right now, what we’re thinking or going to think is just part of a program that keeps us going in this particular sequence. This particular order of events, all the numerous possibilities which our steps can result to as well as all the steps that are possible then become fixed.

That moment when you realize that they keep on coming, the innumerable thoughts, is the moment you begin to question the concept of right and wrong. Random thoughts, specific thoughts, implicated thoughts, obvious thoughts,swaying thoughts. Thoughts, thoughts and thoughts. These thoughts are that which make you think of a question and what makes you think of which question to think about.

That’s exactly how you question “what if” regarding anything and everything that happened and is going to happen.

So what if all of this is all false? The truth is not the truth. The lie is something apart from a lie. What if what a lie means isn’t what it actually means?

What if….

Infinite Truth

Life is like caffeine, intoxicating. It’s bad for you when you’re addicted to it. The truth is too mainstream sometimes and hence hidden.

Let’s face it, we all know life is unfair and hope is just something we use to last.

Truth is, realization is usually regarding the vast negativity because positivity  need not be analyzed. We tend to worry, think and make ourselves more tense about why a person’s depressed, and purposely stay oblivious to why someone may be happy.

However it is happiness that is overrated.

The truth is not how but why.

The never ending truth is behind our purpose for seeking the truth.