Going back to originality. Its an assertion of your independence.
Your basic character, your soul, your reason for existence aches for independence, it aches to free itself from the clutches of bondage, of interdependence, of LOVE. Reading through an article, which was reviewing a movie, the author suggested that one should fall in love to understand the beauty of interdependence, of making decisions to live in a world which is better for you.
I counter-suggest!
Fall out of love once to experience what it means for your pensive, aching soul. How the energy sapped being released from the prison of interdependence, of making decisions, for a seemingly better future, rooted in compromises, suddenly bears its grinning and independent, Howard Roarkish face. So astute, orange hair flowing in breezy weather, resolved to make something happen or not be active at all. To angrily mock the rest of the world at their fucking ignorance, feigning surprise at mere hints of revelations.
Fine, when YOU surface, YOU are weather beaten, unable to stand on your legs for lack to interdependence, YOU find YOURSELF stuck in corners, standing at the traffic signal unable to comprehend that very familiar path walked often. YOU reach inside to the guttural corners of the body and scream out the Rock version of Emotional Atyaachaar, drowning every pore of your body in the misery pervading all around ready to destroy and get consumed wholly by lack of interdependence.
Then it hits YOU in the face. The mind numbing voice which screams and calls for help. YOU climb out spitting pieces of the anti-jaunt YOU had last night. Listen to the voice and steady yourself to walk again. YOU look at the clear path and become responsible for your actions, YOU don't have the option of blaming someone else. Of saying “It was our decision.” YOU go to the quarry or start architecting, either cases YOU breath/smoke and don't irk anyone else.
Originality, the finer victim of the grand dance of interdependence, is allowed to breed and more importantly produce results, some tragic and some grander, in all, all decisions for which the price is nothing but the liberation. The society can scoff at the results and the image in the mirror grows proud every moment for all YOU have done for YOURSELF. They dart when results are favourable and point when not so aphrodisiac-al. YOU choose to ignore and acquire for yourself.
Isn't that the aim of most religions – self actualisation!
So fall out of love, get liberated, become original, and self actualise. MASSAGE THE EGO.
Your basic character, your soul, your reason for existence aches for independence, it aches to free itself from the clutches of bondage, of interdependence, of LOVE. Reading through an article, which was reviewing a movie, the author suggested that one should fall in love to understand the beauty of interdependence, of making decisions to live in a world which is better for you.
I counter-suggest!
Fall out of love once to experience what it means for your pensive, aching soul. How the energy sapped being released from the prison of interdependence, of making decisions, for a seemingly better future, rooted in compromises, suddenly bears its grinning and independent, Howard Roarkish face. So astute, orange hair flowing in breezy weather, resolved to make something happen or not be active at all. To angrily mock the rest of the world at their fucking ignorance, feigning surprise at mere hints of revelations.
Fine, when YOU surface, YOU are weather beaten, unable to stand on your legs for lack to interdependence, YOU find YOURSELF stuck in corners, standing at the traffic signal unable to comprehend that very familiar path walked often. YOU reach inside to the guttural corners of the body and scream out the Rock version of Emotional Atyaachaar, drowning every pore of your body in the misery pervading all around ready to destroy and get consumed wholly by lack of interdependence.
Then it hits YOU in the face. The mind numbing voice which screams and calls for help. YOU climb out spitting pieces of the anti-jaunt YOU had last night. Listen to the voice and steady yourself to walk again. YOU look at the clear path and become responsible for your actions, YOU don't have the option of blaming someone else. Of saying “It was our decision.” YOU go to the quarry or start architecting, either cases YOU breath/smoke and don't irk anyone else.
Originality, the finer victim of the grand dance of interdependence, is allowed to breed and more importantly produce results, some tragic and some grander, in all, all decisions for which the price is nothing but the liberation. The society can scoff at the results and the image in the mirror grows proud every moment for all YOU have done for YOURSELF. They dart when results are favourable and point when not so aphrodisiac-al. YOU choose to ignore and acquire for yourself.
Isn't that the aim of most religions – self actualisation!
So fall out of love, get liberated, become original, and self actualise. MASSAGE THE EGO.
