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Written on: Monday, September 14, 2009
Are you ready?Time: 10:13 PM We have language as a means to express ourselves. We need others to know what we're thinking, and we need to be on the same level. Language. Expression of self. Art too is an expression of self, where the artist translates his ideas and thoughts into any form - called art. Art has no rules. People once thought art should follow a certain standard, but great minds emerged with their revolutionary styles and changed everyone else's perception. Now no one defines art. So why should we hold language in the same shackles. There are no need for rules in language, because its only purpose is to express. As long as your idea gets across, its done its job, no issues there. So I can keep on making up words. Then why do why have so many rules in the first place? Tenses, speeling, sentence structure and all that shit. Because man is under the illusion that he is in control. The young mind believes that everything is within his reach and consequences escape him. Then when he's slightly older and mature enough to peek over the fence of youth, he realizes that he is not that in control. So he does his best to maintain that illusion, to craft a wall of hopes and rules around himself, to preserve the fragile fantasy that he hopes to live in forever. But they don't hold, and when he is finally old, he succumbs to the truth that he is powerless. When you are old and your body starts to fail you, then you'll realize you can do nothing about it. This next bit of the argument is from some author whom I cannot recall, it was published as extra text in a version of Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 911. You tend to see more older people at religious places, and old people tend to get religious, because finally they accept that they have no control, that it is all God's will. Good people, stop trying to fool yourself then. Tear down your pillars of hubris that have thus propped you, and left you precariously perched on the top of a dangerous and steep hill of lies. Accept the truth and drop all attempts to resist. We will move faster swimming downstream, and we will end up at a wonderful place. A waterfall is beautiful and magnificent, no? Are you still braced? I'm thinking about how I'm feeling now. What is this. Am I depressed. Is this what its like to be depressed? Why do people hate it so much, I love it. I've never felt so in control and so aware of everything. I am happier when I'm depressed, irony aside. Isn't a light more obvious in a dark room? When I'm like this I appreciate the good things better, though I may remain in my sullen mood. My mind goes into overdrive and I'm exceptionally quiet. But I'm convinced you need some discomfort to stir the cognitive gears. That's why you feel 'unsettled', you're getting out of your stagnation. Still, I cannot run away from the truth that I am sad, but I wholeheartedly believe sadness to be a beautiful thing. I don't know if this is getting any of you worried, but please, don't give me that I Care shit. I've been thinking, why do people care? The reason why a person doesn't want to see someone else so pathetic, doesn't want that person to slip away, is because they are afraid of losing that person. Someone is afraid that when I'm gone or damaged beyond repair, things won't be the same again. There will be no one to crack jokes, to talk to you the way I do, and to make you feel the way I make you feel. People are selfish, and you are selfish. You want me for yourself, and I don't want that. I want you to think. How much do you REALLY care about people? To me, I know I care for someone when I don't want that person to suffer just because I don't want that person to be sad. I am not concerned about how different my life will be, that will not cross my mind, instead I just want that person to remain there because she is supposed to. Have you thought about it then. And if you find you really care for me, then thank you, but go away, I don't want you to be a part of this. I prefer solitude, especially when interference messes things up. I will go to you if I need you, but you don't disturb me. Disturb yourself for your own problems, and maybe I won't even bother with yours unless you want me to. Won't life be a lot easier like that? We support one another by respecting each other's space and preferences, and not impose our idea of 'fine' on others. Ramadhan is a close friend and he is leaving us fast. This blessed, special month is finishing soon, and I don't like the way they're all hyping up the whole hari raya thing. That's not the purpose, you're stripping the meaning from Ramadhan. Foolish imbeciles, go and have fun, isn't that all you're good for. With God's permission, we can achieve great things. We won't suffer under heavy responsibilities and challenges will be overcome easily. He is your Provider and nothing can happen without His Permission. So ASK. Make full use of these remaining days, more ibadah, God is listening, He always has been, these last ten days are specially for Rasulullah's Ummah. Go, and do what you must do. And I said a good friend is leaving us. Many other loved ones may be leaving us soon, too soon. Go. Stay safe, be sharp, get smart. Hello, You must leave your doors open Labels: advice, dark vehemency, thoughts |
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