End it to Begin....

And it all begins when we want it but never ends in the way we want it to. Suddenly it hits us hard and we still struggle to take that slap of time. What holds within the boundaries of our understanding can never be put with a full stop. We all have this urge to push the line as far as we can and not realizing by pushing it too far we tend to lose the very boundary that defines us. Why is it so hard to realize our own fears and try to build the gates accordingly? We live in a world of people with hearts only meant to pump the blood through the system. We just can’t walk a simple straight road without asking a thousand questions to ourselves, why is it so hard to leap the gates of our own insecurities and cross the road of realism? The complexities of our behavior are driven by the basic emotions we exhibit in a situation at any given point of time. We expect much more than what we are entitled to. Expectations are like the castles build in the air whose foundations are yet to be laid down. The very foundations are driven by the complex mindsets working on them. Laying down the guidelines and rules for them is as hard as breaking the thin ice of false pride. Expectation is just another basic emotion which adds the icing in the complexity of the behavior. Another big trait we have been gifted is the big ego which plays the major role in our behavior. Ego is a stack of assumptions we lay down for ourselves without realizing the meaning of them in our life. We tend to prioritize these assumptions according to our own convenience and need. These are so complexly related to each other that if any one of them is tried to put under light, the very basic model collapses. And over the time we keep stacking it until it builds like a wall such big that a mere try of mending it breaks the mind. And the ego which poses and causes most of the threat is the social ego. The assumptions we lay down about people around us. What makes them is another set of assumptions of basic walls of understanding and the exaggerated walls of expectations. It’s like swimming against the high tide and realizing when the damage is done. It’s these assumptions when they reach a point where there is no way of return they cause another defect which most people go through, this is better known as Identity crisis. It’s then we tend to do things which trigger the unexpected opinions which in turn start reflecting in our behavior. This helps the little bugs of irritation creep in and start contaminating us from within. This reflects our erratic behavior and suddenly we are off the charts of being our true self. The day we learn to manage our basic set of emotions, start commanding them, we can be a better person and make people around us comfortable too.

Simple is complex...

A simple stroke of brush gives the empty canvas a meaning. This stroke symbolizes its existence. The mind that gives it the stroke has a vision and it’s not easy to give it a meaning unless one is really capable of transmogrifying the eyes into the mind of the one who gives it. The little stroke gives it a new dimension. A dimension in which, we all in some way or the other try and realize the very meaning of its existence. The simple stroke is capable of getting different minds working all corners of the head. Its hard to form a single opinion as to what does it convey. It is something very similar to people around us. Every single person is a different canvas and we hardly come across two canvases with same strokes in it. It’s easier to move on with almost the same opinion for all of them, something very similar to a person who is novice to the world of canvas. Why we tend to form opinions is a question we all ask ourselves everyday but not for a single moment we try to look for the reason of its existence. It hits hard, real hard when we are bitten by the chains of opinions. The scars of these stand tall in the compartment of our memories and somehow it’s this space which is revisited very often. We all build walls around us; the opinion about a specific gives us the measure of the height of these walls. Somehow we tend to build them for everybody and eventually we realize that we ourselves can’t cross them when we really want them to. Mending is no option for these walls are not of bricks and concrete but walls of incomplete inferences. A canvas portraying the roads of emotions tends to draw more opinions. This is so because we all have been walking on that road ever since we learned to blink our eyes. The canvas has limited walls when it is created however it is us who create the unnecessary ones. The reason for these walls is no simple answer; if it was simple then I say simple is complex. These walls in the canvas are the walls of passion and the walls we built of opinions are made standing on these walls of the passion. The reflection of these walls made for the canvas leaves it’s shine somewhere within us and we tend to live with it. At some point or the other in our life we relate these walls with the ones we have built for ourselves and are webbed, we strangle ourselves in the sophistication of them and later fall from them to realize that they were never meant to be made at the first place. The time we realize we have either spent half of our life making them or trying to break them. The little canvas with a few strokes and limited walls influences us so to go on and build millions of other ones which have no meaning in the canvas of our life. Should we be wise enough to know the difference between the canvas of few strokes and the canvas of million strokes called Life.

Within....

And it starts all over again with a little pain and tonnes and tonnes of thoughts crossing the bridge of insecurity. Thoughts that change more rapidly than the bird in the sky flapping its wings in a second to scale the heights that seem to deceive the naked eye. Empty shells of life await the seed of love and respect. A cold nerve hits the head so strong, everything suddenly starts moving around in the shades of grey. The dust of time scratched with a finger unfolds the stories that lie beneath the deepest of the trunks of existence within. A miracle comes along once in a lifetime and should we be wise enough to realize what exactly it means. A will so strong to defy the rules, bend them and break them to bring in life a step closer and appreciate its exuberance and walk that one step farther to watch the horizon extending another mile. That is a miracle. We all extend ourselves to people around us with a sense of boundary which draws the line clear enough for everybody to watch their feet and not step across it, nor do we expect someone trying to walk along it endlessly. However we all tend to cross it for that natural urge within for more and more and more. A knot just unfolded or was it the wall within that just fell. Mend it before little bugs of the other world creep in and take over. The little bugs of insecurity eat up the will and start taking over. A weak rules over the others and a strong rules on himself. The differences are mere enough to be brought up. What holds within the light of knowledge may not always be true and sometimes the dark side which has never been revisited holds the answers to the questions which seem to have no answers. It’s all about extending the horizons and bending the mind beyond the facts and sometimes leading the way with assumptions. What we give out is the reflection of what we breathe in. It is the viscous circle of life and it keeps looking for an end in vain. Patience is a gift we have developed and from within we try to set a benchmark and keep varying it according to the situations we land in. It’s a natural instinct we try to keep a measure of it from time to time and keep working on it. The level of acceptance on the contrary declines and we don’t tend to keep a measure of it as acceptance comes from within. Measuring the level is something we have not yet developed and so tend to sideline it and work only on the surface and revisit it every once in a while for either shunting or revising it. The level is according to the comfort, the ease with which we can sustain our social structures. This structure has to be organized every now and then to mend the boundaries according to the level of acceptance. Every line drawn and varied marks the shunting and revision of the priorities. It’s hard to draw an inference from all the little things in life. A gift lies within all of us and should we be wise enough to realize it to make this world a better place to live in.