I would like to BELIEVE. To believe in people I am with, to trust them with myself and my thoughts. My bizarre thoughts take me to strange places and meet even stranger people. I believe in an alternate life and know that that life will have as many loopholes as ours. It is almost excruciating as it is liberating to keep imagining a world that believes in all fairy tales and truth in people which would definitely exist. They would, only if we drop our inhibitions and speculations. Logic never really takes us anywhere, dreams do. and dreams have no logic. It is almost impossible to not see people with dreams who have reached illogical heights. I dream, not of heights or goals, but of a life. A life that makes me happy everyday. Even when there is abundance of failure or a death. To feel a certain joy of being alive today and be even capable to plan a tomorrow. Rejoice with a broken heart, because, I believe it will heal and I will move on to something more wonderful.
Very strangely, a book of fiction, borrowed from a friend made me realise what it is to live in illusions. You may say it detaches you from the reality. But there is never a reality. Is there? What is real for you means nothing to me or in different words I wont even imagine it. I am as detached from reality as anyone else is and I have somehow, subconsciously, chosen to see it. I maybe wrong. You may say that these are words of a disillusioned person, and I will probably agree. I will agree because these speculations mean nothing to me, and I believe what you say and will not discount it as a unreality. I am so disillusioned that it makes it very easy for me to see the best of people. I might not agree with quite a few of them, but it never stops me from admiring the kind of person he/she has become. The good shines through and the ugly become the beauty spots that just enhance a person beauty and in other terms the "reality" of the person. What is so real about the most perfect person anyway. I have not come across any. But, in my disillusionment, I see all are perfect. The perfect creations of nature and the perfect combination of the Yin and Yan within them.
I believe in guardian angels and I also believe that they are people who believe in me and love me or at least care about me in any amount. Love surrounds us and happiness is within. If that is true why cant we simply believe in those words and smile every moment.
My perfect illusion and source of happiness would be my home. A meagre place with hardly any technology but full of things that have been chosen by the heart. A home that lives in my heart and makes every moment cherish able. I look for clues from the heart to fill up that space and then live. There would be almost nothing but everything I want. Where I find happiness in every corner and every corner loves me back.
The unreality of the situation stumps me, but inspired me infinitely. I do believe I will have it a day and I will not have bleed to pay a price for it.
That is where unicorns will visit me and and phoenixes will come to peck at my golden apples. The freshly baked bun will roll off to feed a clever fox and i will become a sweet smelling flower tree everynight and feel absolutely safe.
Very strangely, a book of fiction, borrowed from a friend made me realise what it is to live in illusions. You may say it detaches you from the reality. But there is never a reality. Is there? What is real for you means nothing to me or in different words I wont even imagine it. I am as detached from reality as anyone else is and I have somehow, subconsciously, chosen to see it. I maybe wrong. You may say that these are words of a disillusioned person, and I will probably agree. I will agree because these speculations mean nothing to me, and I believe what you say and will not discount it as a unreality. I am so disillusioned that it makes it very easy for me to see the best of people. I might not agree with quite a few of them, but it never stops me from admiring the kind of person he/she has become. The good shines through and the ugly become the beauty spots that just enhance a person beauty and in other terms the "reality" of the person. What is so real about the most perfect person anyway. I have not come across any. But, in my disillusionment, I see all are perfect. The perfect creations of nature and the perfect combination of the Yin and Yan within them.
I believe in guardian angels and I also believe that they are people who believe in me and love me or at least care about me in any amount. Love surrounds us and happiness is within. If that is true why cant we simply believe in those words and smile every moment.
My perfect illusion and source of happiness would be my home. A meagre place with hardly any technology but full of things that have been chosen by the heart. A home that lives in my heart and makes every moment cherish able. I look for clues from the heart to fill up that space and then live. There would be almost nothing but everything I want. Where I find happiness in every corner and every corner loves me back.
The unreality of the situation stumps me, but inspired me infinitely. I do believe I will have it a day and I will not have bleed to pay a price for it.
That is where unicorns will visit me and and phoenixes will come to peck at my golden apples. The freshly baked bun will roll off to feed a clever fox and i will become a sweet smelling flower tree everynight and feel absolutely safe.
