October 24, 2010

and this is how it is.

You're not just born empty of emotions. Free of guilt. It doesn't work like that. Something or the other happens, a really big incident, that alters your perception and leaves you changed for a long time.
Its just like making a Horcrux. You can't make one till you actually do something cruel enough to split your soul into parts, and only then can you feel no pain, because the harshness of the act was so extreme that the outcome ceases to make a difference.
So I wonder, whether everyone possesses a conscience. Because I think we all have the ability to reason, and emotion enough to judge what feels right for us and what doesn't. I fail to understand, how a person with feelings; someone who feels hurt, love, loss, happiness and grief... Does not feel guilt. Fascinating, truly.

October 11, 2010

What if everything was mirrored?
What then?
Would we stop recognising ourselves, and will everything merge into just one big colourful mess?

October 08, 2010

Turn the page.

So, I just happened to read a blogpost written by someone I know, and I was really amused. Why is it that people try so hard to be 'deep'? Why do you want to pretend to be somebody you're not? When it's forced, you can tell it is. It's a little obvious, and it shows. When you use fancy words just to make a point and use abstract figures of speech to sound very surreal and unique. I don't think writing works that way.
What you are is what you write. Atleast, that's how I see it. Everyone has a different way of looking at the spectrum. You're either on the violet end, or you're far away at the red one. Either way, you know what I'm talking about. The entire pretentious act of writing something that you are not, and then making it look like that's what you are is quite a fail. It's also disappointing to see how hard that person tries, really.
I remember the time when I was a people-pleaser. Now I look back on it and see how different I really am. I don't do things just so others come up with a particular reaction to it. I do it because I want to, I feel like, and it's me. It's what defines me. I don't care what you have to think about it. Honestly, if we all lived just to please others, we'd get way too exhausted of living in itself. It's one thing being yourself, and another thing trying to be what others want you to be.
See the last few lines there? Me trying to do the pretentious writing thing.
Not bad for a first-timer, eh?
Like I say, everything has to have a first time.