Hope in A World Without Sensibility

Hope in a world without sensibility is much like a world lacking the ability to change attitudes toward people, things, and experiences.

Considering how human relationships evolve or limit or furnish what is known and what is not, hope is a dangerous word to believe in without giving it any conscious thought. So what if the balance of hope and sensibility becomes one of the most enduring ideas of living? And in moments of meditation, its breakthrough leads one within one’s own mind and not without. 

How did we end up being so conflicted with hope and so intrepid with everything that defeats the purpose of it? It’s because we thought we’re born with sensibility and that it doesn’t require constant rehearsing. Journeying through childhood into adulthood is an emotional and physiological roller-coaster for everyone. One that offers no validation and forethought. The very fact that it leads us to inevitable phases of critical self-evaluation, which causes what most people refer to as a “frame of mind,” strikes me as a philosophy that is often side-stepped in the initial stages of the loss of hope without sensibility.

I do not mistake hope for anything else. Hope- without the sense of being present in the moment, with looking forward to pleasures so much you completely fail to enjoy the experience of it, and without the understanding of thought and the implementation of it – is, to me, the definition of its destruction. This is the main problem. With people and ideas and relationships with people, experiences, and things. Hoping has become as essential as breathing. What it is, has almost been forgotten for who we are and what we want to be. And here is its meaning- it’s nothing. It’s a void without the presence of fear. It’s not an escape. But it’s a routine. A routine to hope, regardless of what is available to you and what you have to (or want to) work for.

But since when did routine become unfavorable? Have we become so naive to think that routine isn’t a part of our “getting out of the comfort zone” fetish? That we constantly strive and desire and insist to reach. The fact that we do things to challenge routine is, in itself, a routine we’re so afraid of accepting. So hope is just like a routine that we have tried to and will continue to try to challenge, along with all our existing preconceived routines.

While this exists without sensibility. What is hope with it? While I do not know the definition of what it really is, I do know what the definition is deprived of. And that is obligation. Hope with sensibility is when I’m on my own. Essentially, I decide how I feel when I’m supposed to feel about something. That can be anything. Being hopeful about a new passion project, a new book, a new hobby, a vacation, or about writing itself. Hope comes in many forms, so many that it exists as an infinite loop which repeats itself in moments of solitude and the understanding of my existence and the brevity of it.

The difference between sensibility and the absence of it feeds my ability to have a vision. To remain perceptive of not just my own, but other people’s emotions, intelligence, wit, judgment, and presence. After all, aren’t I the only existing finality of my own sensations, insight, and discernment that I take so seriously- and that which keeps purposely growing every day through thought and action?

Drawing Breath

The sun does down,
the moon dips.
The clouds scatter
while the birds
chase trees to sit.

The rivers tell a tale
of how fast they run.
The roots never whine
of being under and done.
The flower blossoms,
the soil gets stronger.
The winds race
and the hills embrace.

What’s left is how
they choose to grow.
What matters is how
unready they take the fall.
Unexpectedly, there’s more to come.

So rise with gratitude
only to fall without a sigh.
So be yourself
and imitate
the nature’s way of life.

Am I The Rational Creative?

Can one mistake hinder all of your creative impulse and ambition? What kind of mistake would that be? Where does the power to recuperate its backlash come from?

These are the sort of questions most creatives are compelled to answer. Whether they work in creative agencies. Or even as freelance writers or freelance illustrators. We’re so comfortable to answer questions within our framework, we lose sight of the real trouble at hand.

What I’m talking about here is the value of ideas, in general. As a content writer, I often find myself inspiring action, but to what extent, I cannot comprehend. A mistake reveals my insecurities. My flight or fight response gets activated. Should I do another or make my current fault flawless? It’s a constant maze that makes me smile, cry, scream, and wonder.

“You must not let it hinder your creative flow”, my power of creativity tells me.

I’ve predetermined my powers on the basis of the kind of knowledge I acquire by reading and lots of reading. It’s not something I’m afraid to pursue, acquiring knowledge through articles and videos I mean. Especially when social interaction is one of the most effective and productive ways to increase knowledge. My story is a bit different.

The clear perspective of my life is my inevitable approach to redefining the subject of creativity. The power that unpredictably puzzles me into the fear of never moving forward. Remaining stagnant is never a good thing. And why shouldn’t it be?

Everywhere you look, the abstraction of objects, behavior, and experiences never remain as they were when they took form. Well, it’s simple to imply that the biggest mistake occurs when you stop at either nothing or everything. That means when you don’t learn at all. What’s next?

What we don’t say to each other is the inevitable experience of trying too hard. Trying too hard to stay informed, to remain fresh with ideas, and to be unpredictable. Our behavior takes form of that functional and, sometimes, too overwhelming brain we carry around. It’s not easy. But it doesn’t feel so difficult either.

That’s to say that nothing really kills creativity apart from the fundamental hypothesis of substance abuse, idleness, and lack of information flow in our heads. If we don’t read, we listen to music, if we don’t do that, we have something that we constantly feed our brains with to remain creative. Never let that creative juice stop. It’s a firm decree.

So, am I the rational creative?

The work we do is intended to strike a response. Any handy piece of advice is considered wisdom or crap. There’s no telling of success or failure because both are building blocks. A temporary state of inspiration is often filled with new ideas and conversations, but how?

The concept of delivering more when it’s demanded is simple. But in that process, we’re losing our social production quality of life. That means, content is becoming more ambiguous and those on the other side of the screen, the ones reading that content and inspiring action like it’s a never-ending spectrum, are contradicting.

It’s bewildering who’s the creator and who’s the consumer. Are you both? Of course, you are. But when are you taking the form of one while trampling on the other?

Wicked Masks We Wear

How’s the pain?
The gain.
The vain.
Of trying,
maybe not.
Of failing,
but how?

What a wicked mask to wear.
Another right you make wrong.
You’re done
maybe then.
You’re here
sometimes then?

Thanks to you
you’ve come this far.
Struggling for breath
fighting the scars.
Don’t let them stay.
Never mistake its charm.
For it is what it is
that’s how you’ve learned to calm.

. . .

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Uninterruptible Awakening

Uninterruptible awakening
the clarity has made
our wisdom go dark.
What was yesterday
will be our tomorrow,
but what’s today
is the purest moment we have.

Don’t let what frightens
you let you sleep
you must stay awake.
Forge your name
with tears and blood
until your veins feel lost.

Tired is for the weak
haven’t you heard them scream?

Surviving comes easy,
but this feels forced
you feel trapped
and you don’t
find your reality.

. . .

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Complete The Circle

Expression I have long considered mortal and short-lived.
I have craved withdrawal from myself as much as
I have struggled to contract my wants.

Now, I demand the pictures that frame me small.
I draw from the imagination that forces me to see the truth.
Pure everything till my ends allow.

I choose to complete the circle.
Not because I’m alone, angry, or powerless.
Because the things that once existed no longer fit to make me brave.

It is the beginning of the end of my romance.
I drown with a raging desire for fantasy
with a reality that doesn’t understand my love.

A love so kind and filled with unanimity that
my identity touches a crack on a spotless land.
A stream in the middle of nowhere;
flowing in directions that have no boundaries to fill.

To animate this relationship with myself,
I must expand my horizons and look beyond finite.
Instead of standing under the glass myself to learn my intricacies,
I must fall under the millions that shine over me.

Lay under the fire, feel the burn, and become a subject of stillness
to comfort the role that society illustrates.
How many times this sentiment arises and
how many times do I blink and lose sight of it all?

This will make me strong. Make me live. Make me affect.
Yes, these emotions are brief,
but night comes and the pain makes it last forever.

. . .

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A Dark Alleyway

What do you see when you walk down a dark alleyway? Do you see only the wreckage or do you see the path?

. . .

A dark alleyway,
you are so fated,
but not by yourself.

Look around you,
I beg you to see,
all those chains
telling you not to and to be;
telling you to breathe,
telling you to stab,
every emotion you possess.
All the worldliness you believe.

Don’t look away now,
you know you’re dragged.
All that you felt,
has not been riddled.
You’re on display,
in that dark alleyway,
but you don’t know it yet.

For your soul is alive,
still lifeless.

. . .

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Loving Yourself Can Hurt Too

From a very young age, you have to realize you’re enough. Instead of letting go of your fears and your toxic thoughts, all at once, strive to be reflective to reason with those toxic thoughts and you’ll soon realize you’re being harsh and incongruous with yourself. Of all the people on the planet, you talk to yourself the most, so make sure you’re saying positive things to yourself.

Question yourself why you struggle to ache for other people’s acceptance. You’re chasing importance as much as you’re craving attention. Don’t do that. Accept, question, and let go of your thoughts and actions that you always find yourself stressing about later. They’re not worth being in you as much as you’re worth something beyond your own comprehension. You’re born out of the same circumstance as anyone who has ever let you down or hurt you and don’t let anyone tell or show you otherwise. It’s about time we realize our own depths and dive into them rather than question it, at every turn. And if it’s pain you crave for, if you want to destroy yourself and anything you touch, as humans do, begin with yourself. If you want to feel pain in love, try loving yourself first and see how that feels like. Because loving starts from within, and if you can love yourself, you can conquer and build anything.

You must realize you’re enough. You must love yourself to experience pain first because the first kind of pain you’d ever want to feel shouldn’t have to be out of a broken relationship. It shouldn’t arise from a loved one. Try loving yourself enough to want to make amends to be better and more grateful.

Who said loving has to only hurt when it’s loving another human being? To love, any kind of love that is, you can hurt yourself too. Trusting others might be difficult, but trusting yourself is no less. If you never loved the way you were, the way you looked, and the way you changed- it will hurt when you start to love yourself now. You’re looking for the perfect relationship with no trace of lies, anger, and suppression, but how would it feel if you love yourself so much that you can’t lie to yourself anymore. You can’t pretend to be somebody else for yourself because you are the way you are. Being you can hurt. It can make you cry. And it can make you feel things you hadn’t felt before. You can scare away your past or prepare for what’s to come while loving yourself and having that hurt you too.

Be the love you never received.

It’s the rush of mindfulness of being who you are and accepting. It’s the practice of letting go of guilt, letting go of fear, and just breathing for the moment. Loving you can take effort. It doesn’t happen in one thought. It takes many nights. But you do love yourself. You love yourself because you work for it and you work on yourself everyday. You don’t mind failing. You don’t push yourself away from you. You stand, you fight, and realize some of your strengths and weaknesses. That’s what makes you unique. That’s what makes you human.

Why do you have to love someone to feel hurt or beaten down by them? You can do that to yourself too. The question is, do you want to? Because only after you feel hurt and destroyed, do you feel the greatness of anything that is love, happiness, gratefulness, and faith.

‘No’ To The Process

You’re at a certain place in your life where saying NO to a few things makes you feel better.

In the history of thinking, shapes have been destroyed and drawn to life, again and again, to place meaning in human emotions and human experiences. How can we go into the depths of ourselves in which our life answers those questions we kept asking others for so long when we unlearn to say no?

What happens when you learn to say ‘no’ is the process in the act of self-acceptance, but heightened only to reach certain memorable paradigms of the mind. You know what you want when you want, and why you want. And even if you can’t comprehend that aspect, it’s still great art. It’s still something. It’s still progress. So, you back down from your interior life by enlarging not in depth, but in abstraction. When I talk about saying ‘no’, what I call self-acceptance, don’t let that fool you for the ultimate dissatisfaction in settling. It’s quite the opposite. Every work of the mind, every word, and every action is a coin with a ‘yes’ on one side and ‘no’ on the other. But to achieve certain qualitative effects, most of the times, saying the word makes a big difference because it matters in emotions, feelings, and experiences.

We need to learn the slow ‘yes’ and the quick ‘no’.
– Tom Friel, former CEO

Such a capability is not explainable in ordinary ways. It is not an idea that you’re putting forward, it’s a stand so that every act and reaction becomes a form of an expressive concept or a means of communication that’s personal to you. Blunt self-accusations of taking things personally is not required. It’s destroying you and your mind. Corrupting you out of your sense of understanding. It’s plain useless. As soon as you get this, you outgrow any form of expression. Just like how beanstalk outgrows and reaches the highest point, it fosters and it ultimately dies. That is what you feel when you learn to say ‘no’ to certain things in life. It’s a sign you’re more than just ten words or even a lifetime too long from becoming a product. It means you’re the sign to take forward because, in every explanation or artistic expression, just the language grows in subtle, but magnanimous ways.

What you don’t do determines what you can do.
– Tim Ferriss, author

You Don’t Don’t Have A Heart

You can be the most attractive person on earth and not have realized your heart.
You can be the most giving person on earth and not have realized the power of self-acceptance.
You don’t have to be wise to be humble. You don’t have to be sensible to empathize with pain, sadness, and anger.
Every quality, expression, reaction, emotion, feeling, and action is individual for its own existence. Our minds are just hardwired to relate one trait for another. Like when you’re climbing one step at a time to get to the next.
Can’t they exist on their own? Each steps for its own?

That’s how mistakes are made, aren’t they?

When you say a person doesn’t have a heart, you’re wrong. What you don’t realize is that they do, but they’ve never truly looked inside. Why?
Because they hate it. They hate or haven’t forgiven who they really are…

or their circumstance…

or their past…

or their relationships…

or anything else.

They think they are those things. That it defines them.

You’re wrong when you say people don’t have a heart because of what they do. The truth is they do have a heart, but they hate it so much, they just can’t accept it, let alone mend it for what it is.

Why To Undo A Thought From Your Life?

The most courageous people on earth are those who have realized, felt, and accepted their truth, no matter how unpredictable and exhausting. To inhabit a world filled with people, idea, dreams, and material dynamism, a single soul left in sight can still feel lonely and indifferent after exposed to the complexities of life. As a mind brimming with infinite thoughts, we’ve been handed out the power to focus on one thought, one feeling, and one emotion all in a second. The forced experiences of joy, laughter, and relief are as spiritless as negative thoughts of rejection, loneliness, and fear. And trying to weave the focused flow of parallel understanding of many, as we do, we identify something that ceases to obliterate us out our senses. It is with us at the present minute, it will be so long you inhabit it as your ordinary romance. Certainly, there’s something we can do, within each of us, to either create a third self out of exhaustion or accept the ordinary for what it is until we feel nothing. But to let that happen, out of time and space, we must understand why a thought must be destroyed, not by dismissing its existence completely or naming false its intention. Why to undo a thought must we reclaim its honesty, integrity, and hope before we get rid of it completely. Are you then lifted from sense of self-worth to a fraction of thought where nothing is more or less exact, but it’s only clear to grasp? You hope to not daydream, but you still do. You hope to not expect from expectations of yourself, but you still do. So, if you can’t change those aspects of your life to undo a thought, why must you do this? The narration of how ordinary life is, how ordinary you are, and how ordinary your thought is is what makes the world go round.

Thoughts of all kinds have set priorities between faith, uncertainty, and ambition, so for all adventure of life to come to an end, an artist must consume to know what it is all about. Questions about ‘why me?’, ‘how does it make me feel?’, ‘why now?’, ‘when will it all end?’ are all mind-boggling, but that’s what a person does to prepare to be separated from the whole of life. So, the science of thought is good to know when you are certain it won’t last forever. Otherwise, it’s a routine, then a habit, and then your destruction. Among the great mysteries, wanting to eliminate negative thinking is socialistic, but barely touched upon.

Techniques that squeeze us out from the realms of negative thoughts are entirely life-changing if you think about it. But, to start from somewhere, we always find ourselves on the edge of something completely contradictory, then unpredictable. Repetition of positivity can work, and it does unless you’re exhausted of controlling your mind. Being grateful is rewarding, like the first smell of rain, but you always, somehow, grow to the normal life agenda that human spirit copes for as long as you’re at the extreme of something. When humans confronted this idea of acceptance, fear of feeling something was on the cusp of the essence. The impression that we must feel completely only to vaporize a thought isn’t the ‘easy way out’, but again what is easy when in the absence of difficult?

As you come closer and closer to the awakening, your openhearted curiosity puzzles your state of mind. You limit yourself to music, nature, books, and mindful conversations to learn to be more careful yet composed of the dependency. You speak openly, you laugh out loud, and you believe dauntlessly, but somehow you’re becoming more and more of that thought. In the face of that situation, you can not ask yourself the ‘how’, but instead find a quiet pathway through the ‘why’ of destroying a thought from your life. That’s your rescuing you set yourself up to need. And that is what will keep us from within ourselves.

Mirror Mirror

If it’s in the mirror you’re looking at, what do you see? Do you see flames or do you see yourself as free?

. . .

Mirror mirror on the wall
like frames set up
to take the fall
for all the crimes you committed
for all those you didn’t
standing against a wall now
the edges as sharp as your commitments.

Mirror mirror on the wall
like prisoners lined up for the fall
crumpled like pages
temptations ahoy
scaled to seem perfect
but no matter what you live for
it’s always the image
the one you once used as a toy.

. . .

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That Sweet Talk

Who has written the possibility of what is taught is understood is materialized, every time? On the spontaneity of false notions, the fatalistic desire of the damnable, and everything leading up to that sweet talk we happen to speak to ourselves at least once in our lifetime against self-criticism and faith. Maybe, just maybe, what is taught is never completely understood, but is still materialized, all the time.

. . .

That sweet talk
to frustrate me
to provoke me
into complete destruction.

That sweet talk
of times ahead
with weapons of my past
only to numb me of my head.

That sweet talk
of memorable experiences
that often lead to disasters
let’s just call them strange incidences.

That sweet talk
of fighting my demons
of avenging from self
in the name of freedom.

That sweet talk
turning tides every season
and with courage
it’s only made from my hidden treason.

. . .

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To A Reader, Nothing Is Little

Taken from Sherlock Holmes, A Study in Scarlet, “To a great mind, nothing is little.”

Reading a book in today’s world has given us the freedom to explore and embrace new topics, ideas, and material that appeal to us almost immediately. Even though we don’t know where the story is going, we want to read and read intently, only to read more later. If you think you know everything there is to know about the skills of reading fervently, you’re absolutely wrong. But that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the interest capacity of a reader when she really wants to grasp knowledge and become great.

Gone are the days when I used to read the first page or the summary of any book as a starting point to be interested. That’s exactly what I did before. I always, as an opener, used to read the short summary at the end of every book to know if it peaks my interests or not. And if it didn’t, I wouldn’t read it. In the act of doing that all the time, I completely disrespected the meaning of reading books. I overshadowed the importance of going with the flow and gave in to being selective and biased to books that were popular and shared common ground with the way I thought.

“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”

It was time that I decided to transform my methods of reading and my interest capacity in different genres of books. It was time I thought for myself and the only way I could do that is by reading all kinds of books. You must think that I actualized this method of reading years back, but it is during this time that I decided to write an article about it. Currently, I’m reading a book that I hadn’t heard of before; I avoided the summary of the book before deciding to read it, and to my surprise, as it happens that this book still remains as a bestseller.

In the act of reading Shantaram, my state of mind and ambience has changed incredibly. I am motivated to read more, grasp more, and feel more of my sensibility and intelligence. In an honest manner, I feel myself getting stronger and more compassionate in everything I do.

This change isn’t just because the book’s plot is awe-inspiring and heartbreaking, it is also because I read, unknowingly, the general idea or the conclusive meaning of the book. As long as I didn’t know what was going to happen next, I didn’t expect anything from the book. And that kind of dedication to reading is something that I learned to implement in my life.

So now, nothing is too little to read. I yearn to read everything persistently and for always. I no longer search for meaning, I give life to my own meaning, each as different as the last book I’ve read; because to a reader, nothing is too little to understand and everything is unexceptionable to get wise to.

 

What Does Being Alone Mean?

It means having faith in yourself. And it also means to, unerringly, resist certain natural instincts to find your miniature stone among a million others. For if in the greatest agony, being alone can mean many things: it can be a solacing embrace for some while for those a suffocating asylum. There will be many things that will take you away from you, not only to perform day after day on a stage alongside constant comrades but also to find your sense of quiet and meaning in the world where everything seems perplexed.

I find it unusually satiating that how being alone can take you away from paradise, but at the same time, create one for your own. It means that aloneness is extending equally to tap into your ‘desperate, painful’ and somehow bringing to surface the ‘real, candid’ you.  Somehow, from what I see, aloneness is not one thing, but many. It’s not an eye-opener, but merely a kindling of being loyal to you, before anything or anyone else.  What does being alone mean? It is that complicated that we don’t understand? Or is it so simple that we can’t believe in it?

Pay your respects
it is forgotten now
drowning within the shadows
my ego forces me to bow.

Starting as a substance
to consume, judge, and upset
let’s play that game
where we follow the practiced steps.

Actions and reactions
we’re stuck in the habits
of messing the lines
and of labeling our tides.

Only when we’re in deep
we look at how perfect our wounds are
to find out
we’re not the ropes
the strings
or the force
we’re just a living
and the soul in cages of our cosmetic roles.

Silly, it really is
to forget yourself
thoughts are things are mannerisms
why don’t we break the shelves?
become our only ones to
break that companion nonsense
just for a little while
become to become
a stone unmoved
but defected to inspect.

Stop Complaining & Do This on Second Thought

As long as our tomorrow is unpredictable, we may as well destroy our thoughts today by complaining.

Fenced in by how different lives matter today, I’ve identified a serious dilemma and it’s called COMPLAINING. While complaining can mean many things like protesting, disapproving, and even objecting, what I’m referring to is specifically whining and weeping. Two extremely strong words for a qualification to human indiscretion.

“If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.”

– Maya Angelou

One of the things that we hide the most is how we’re so efficiently throwing ourselves over the fence, time and again, to get easily affected by the little things that we do in our lives. Those little things constitute the daily flow of our lives, no matter what we practice and how we preach. Perhaps because we’re constantly surrounded by things that can be measured in terms of happiness, satisfaction, and pleasure, since birth, is why it’s hardwired in us to complain about certain “regulars”. Or it could also be that we know what’s better and how for us to no longer appreciate anything less than that. I find it unwise and simply a waste-of-time to have an opinion of every single aspect of my life, from what I ate for lunch yesterday to the number of books I read this month as opposed to the 4 I read a month before. The fact is that we know better and we always will. But it’s what lies in-between that’s so screwed up. It’s that simple jolt of things that could have been better, but they apparently aren’t.

 

Is that reason enough to complain?

 

There is a fine line between what is and what isn’t, between what was and what is, or between what’s seen and what’s understood.  That fine line is called acceptance. It’s the belief in the simple goodness of something. The first step to acceptance is silence. And I mean strictly mean this in a self-improvement essence of compromise. Just by remaining silent and analyzing your thoughts the minute you’re exposed to something that you’d rather want to be replaced to better is the key to accepting and then change, instead of just complaining about it again and again. And this really helps. I sometimes find myself complaining about silly and petty things so many times in a single day that if I had someone over my head for evaluation, I’d rank as an ungrateful bore.

Then one day I asked myself this question: Would my complaining about this (silly thing) bring me any satisfaction? If I could express my answer in an Emoji, it would be the Zippered Mouth Face. And I’d probably be giving myself the Rolling Eyes face just about then.  It’s a negative vibe. There’s nothing worse than doing yourself one of those negative vibes so much that it spreads like a viral disease. Everyone around you has to deal with your complaining habit. They have to live with it and if they have a chance, they’ll definitely run away from you. Honestly, it’s textbook to not complain, but we know that the struggle of life is real and it’s overwhelming, which is why we complain about petty things so much and so often.

It’s time to stop that. No more complaining. We can do this on second thought.

The next time you hear yourself complaining about something that is clearly an insignificant aspect of your life, like food. You hear yourself rambling on, time and again, that you dislike the food you usually eat. It’s too sweet. It’s too sour. It’s too bland. It’s whatever. You consistently find yourself picking out some or the other fault in the food, out loud and more often than often itself- it’s time you made peace with that. And if you can’t, then change it.

“As long as our tomorrow is unpredictable, we may as well destroy our thoughts today by complaining.”

-Ayesha Dhurue

Contribute to the process of what’s making you complain so much. I’m sure you can. If not change that particular aspect of your life, then change your attitude towards it. Tell me if I’m wrong, but you forget the difference between the world and you when you constantly make the world fit according to your standards that can sometimes be senseless when you should actually be making yourself better and stronger in this world. Every individual has his or her own world, own perspective, own ideals, own beliefs, etc. But the catch here is the willingness to change something if you don’t like it, and if you can’t change it then change your world for it.

Habits can become a constant reminder of the unknown. It’s the point you reach when it becomes what you are and what you expect yourself to become in the future. I have a habit of writing for myself, so I write. And after months and months of doing that, I am a writer.

This same theory fairs brilliantly with complaining. If I complain regularly about anything, there will come a point where I might become a complainer for a world full of everything. Let go of that habit. It’s destroying your sense of belonging. If you constantly weep and not change, you’ll belong nowhere. You can only lose what you never had. I read this somewhere and it makes so much sense. You’re gaining so much every single day so be grateful for it. Gratefulness and complaining are magnets and not the friendly kind. The alleged stupidity of complaining is the only symptom of not accepting yourself in this world. It goes beyond that what’s out there. Complaining is a trait for the inner state-of-mind. It’s when a person is disconnected with his own mind. And that’s what makes him a frustrated and bothered individual.

To stop complaining and find a better path in life, stay silent for a minute and find your peace of mind when you’re accepting a situation for what it is. If you can’t change, all of this world will be a faultfinding domain for you. And if something can’t change, no matter how hard you try, your pursuits will limit themselves into believing that your life is a clear reflection of those things you constantly complain about.

Enough is Enough

I can’t say this enough and I won’t even stop.

At an indefinite time in your life, you’ll come across a person, an entity, who is either like you or not. This new experience will teach you new things, it will open new doors and you’ll grasp acceptance and recognition of things you never thought were actual in reality. They just seemed like distant possibilities to you or maybe you weren’t open to new ideas and life-altering reversals. So, what changed? That person. That entity changed the way you thought you thought about certain things or basically life in general. This person can be anyone: your family member, a close friend, a lover, or just a random stranger you happen to converse with one fine day.

Now, you’ve been unlocked. Your feelings, perceptions, and life stories have become a real thing between what’s left between you and that person.

What’s next?

What are you going to talk about tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?

The next step is going to be an attachment. It’s going to be boldness stuck together with freedom of expression. That’s easy, right? In the end, you just have to want to speak to someone and exchange sentences about the different masks this world gives birth to at one corner and wears on another. It’s your way of life up against that person’s, although not in a competitive, but comparative manner. No matter how we stand up for ourselves and no matter how many like-minded and poles-apart kind of people we encounter, we are all scrutinizing morons. We’re deep in thoughts and meaning, that we forge reflections and precedents of how we are when we meet someone new. We compare. We become experts of humanity. We judge. And finally, we have “vibes”.

You know what.

Screw those vibes. Those vibes are shitty and you know it.

Enough is enough. As deep in thought as we think we are, we’re a bunch of stupid-headed, easily-manipulated humans who just don’t get it. Emotions have always been a kind gift during good times and an ignorant burden during troubling times. Still, we fail to understand it. Do you get what I’m talking about now? I think you do. But I’m not sure that you do. Let me just say it.

Stop comparing humans with humans, life experiences with life experiences, and more importantly, stop comparing two exact same entities in a magnified state. It didn’t do you good yesterday. It won’t tomorrow. It won’t help you grow.

Now, you’d expect me to say something like ‘what isn’t helping you, is destroying you’. But I won’t say that because why does everything that we do have to either be good or bad for us to understand its purpose in our life? Comparing doesn’t serve any useful purpose. Enough is a limit that comparison doesn’t understand and once you begin to concern yourself with how your chapter turned out in relation to somebody else’s, and this is somebody you know, not somebody you follow on social media, you’ll soon forget the meaning of “self” and focus on how to make others happy and satisfied.

Once there was a small girl, she thought she wasn’t pretty and didn’t acquire much educational support because she came from a poor and bedridden family. Now, this wasn’t going to stop her from meeting classmates that lived a life very different than hers, and she never, for a second, compared the way she lived with those around her.

You know why?

Because she wasn’t taught to. She wasn’t manipulated by shiny objects and big degrees because she wasn’t taught to. The only thing her parents did right by not teaching her anything was that they never taught her to hate herself. And neither did they teach her the right things because as soon as she grew into the art of making new friends and bonding, she soon began to compare her day with that of her not-so-poor, but not completely rich friends. What that one close friend of hers did on Tuesday morning was closely compared to how she spent hers. The little things like going to the park, watching a movie, eating candy, and acquiring new notebooks for study was held in intimate inspection by this small girl, and through no fault of her own, time passed relentlessly. Without her even realizing it, this mere trait in her left a mark so deep and so ever-lasting that she missed out on so many opportunities and experiences that otherwise might have helped her reach her goals in a more productive way. But she didn’t quite mind the struggle. It wasn’t going to destroy her. She knew it controlled her actions, but she understood that that’s the one thing in her life that’s not changing regardless, so when something doesn’t do harm, why bother changing it, right?

After many such years, this small girl became a woman in her thirties. She had sufficient money to live her kind of life. She lived happily. And worked and made her stand with all her heart, but something felt amiss. Not for her, but for the way she saw things around her. It felt like the curtains were half open, but the point was to breathe and so she did with what she built for herself, but that’s not the purpose of humanity. We aren’t supposed to breathe from inside a box just because it’s sufficient, we’re supposed to break free and strive for depth, when we can. But we choose not to. Yes, there’s a difference.

A huge difference. I’ll talk about that later, someday.

The moral of this short story was that there will be many things that you do and feel that might not affect you now or ever, but they hold no meaning. Get rid of those things. They don’t matter because they hold no value. They’re empty. They’re nothing. Why should you possess such a boring manner when you’re already achieving greater things in life? If you think you’re fearless to conquer that what sets your soul on fire, then why should you waste your time even remotely contemplating on something that’s got nothing on you?

Comparing is a power. For some, it’s dominant. For some, it’s submissive. I don’t believe in labeling and neither do I in the classification of everything, so if and when, for me, comparing is neither of two- still I’ll work my strength off to fight away its existence.

Enough is enough. And honestly, you’ve already had and won’t stop having enough in life. Why should you complicate when you can just let the daylight in?