One great sin #writephoto


Careful now. The portal is alluring. Its golden brick walls and a blinding light coming from the opposite end first captivates you. When you are inconveniently close, it seizes your rational thinking, your skin freezes amidst the gushes of fresh air coming from the portal while your eyes are cooled by the warm light, you no longer know which side of the portal is a dream and which is real, all you know is you want to enter it. You want to stop thinking and glide towards it, like a moth circling in a trance, gradually drifting into luring flames. What will you do? Do you think you will be able to hold yourself back?

When your life and that of every other being in this world is a consequence of Adam and Eve entering into the portal, do you think you stand a chance?

Now you stand at this end, while your greatest fascination, your validation to the life on this earth stands at the other. It is looking at you, something as magnificent as the earth in all its glory hiding behind it, the ugly bloodshed in all its brutality. But you can’t see that, can you? Not right now. Right now your heart is pounding fast, perks of adrenaline rush. While you stand barely feeling the ground underneath, waiting to make a move. In the next split second, everything will stop. The world will be suspended and you will have to choose. 

So again I ask, what will you do?

This magnificent photo is taken by Sue Vincent for her thursday #writephoto challenge. Check it out here. The theme being Portal.

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Holding on

Painting: Through River Trees, Tom Nachreiner

Do you describe yourself as a river, or the trees that stand at its bank?

For the river, the struggle is holding on. For a tree, the struggle is letting go.

Most of the people say, they wish to learn the art of letting people go. Well maybe you don’t, because when you get too familiar with the art, you can virtually never tell when to stay.

And I don’t know what is worse, holding on to the idea of a thing long after it’s gone or letting go of it when it’s still there. But the hard part is not being able to tell them apart.

Twenties crisis

PC: BossFight, City Night

Life feels like a race. Stepping outside university premises is like heading to a race I didn’t prepare myself for. Everyone’s running, not sure if everyone knows what they’re running for.

But they’re, anyway.

Running is the norm here. Nobody thinks before punching in, they just do. Because if they do think then how come everyone wants the same thing? How come everyone is running in the same race?

So anyway this is important. The idea of rejecting this norm appears downright outrageous and somewhat frightening.

So now the problem is I dont know what to run for.

Sure I want things in life, but I dont want to forget everything else in doing so. I dont want to turn a blind eye to the moment, in pursuit of future. Inshort Im not ready for the momentum. The system intimidates me.

Is the pause worth the time?

I don’t know.

But I do know that I want to slow down, just for a little while.

I want to lay in bed and watch out of a window.

I want to read and write, and observe the change in season.

I want to enjoy a good movie with family, and have fun with friends.

But I also have this fear looming over my head, the fear of being left out in the race of life.

Of looking at myself, ten years from now and being disappointed in my choices.

I don’t think the fear is ever going away. But I’m going to take the risk anyway.

I hope if I read this ten years from now, I’ve achieved atleast something in life. I hope I’m somebody I look up to, and that I still appreciate life, and I’m glad that I took this time out to observe and absorb the moment before everything changes for good.

The bird in cage

Does it happen with you that at certain points in life your mind starts playing games with you?

After you’ve fallen, after you’ve tasted the ash.

It consoles you by altering the perception of reality.

The course has never been worth the fight. The fight has never been worth the preoccupation.

And it changes the course in the blink of an eye. Because it knows you too well. It controls you. It manipulates you. You’re a hurt slave and the master knows just how to appease you. Not too much so you may break out of its slavery, but just enough to keep you going. Just enough to keep you addicted and humbled before it.

And you cannot break free. Because you need it. Because you’re the bird that won’t fly out of the cage. Because you’re the bird that has convinced itself that the life in cage is what you need.

Painting by L Wright

How will you break free now?

How will you keep yourself from quitting?

Survivor

Are you a survivor?

What do we have in common? We both know that this time again, your heart will not stop.

Yes you will sink a little deeper than the last time, and the splatter will be seen till a little farther than your last time, but you will ultimately rebound.

We will endure.

You will endure.

Is it always like this? Your biggest strength is your greatest trial, I don’t know. But the statistics of your and my life suggest so.

It is either our mind, or heart. What puts us in a dilemma all the time. I’m not quite sure which one it is because ultimately both survive.

Yes that shattered, bandaged heart of yours is a survivor. It has not lost, it has collected itself, always. Which is why it has happened again. Which is why life found another way to shatter it. Think about it. Why would life waste its energy on a lost target?

Measure your strength by the magnitude of your trial.

Maybe there is no reward. Maybe thats all there is to it. This is how we will end.

It was all still worth it.