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Stage 41: Hope

Hope- The fatal flaw of every being.

The mind is capable of many things- it is fascinating and brilliant in its abilities and is incomparable in its pure power. But an inkling of hope is all it takes to pierce your mind with farcical ideas.. to neutralise any sense of logic you might have possessed.  It pushes and pulls in all the right places to disguise any desire you had as an achievable goal. It collects any tears you shed and pools them into a wishing well. It refutes any facts, breaks any walls and tears down any science you followed to reinforce its presence.

Hope makes pain irrevocably real and amplifies any vulnerability, however in its absence we relentlessly seek it; a self-infliction of pain that is worth suffering because of the happiness it brings.

Hope: an anecdote for all rationality

a driver and destroyer

a devotion that shows no bounds

a faith that appeals to the divine

an irresponsible emotion that fights against all odds.

 

 Seek hope.. it brings meaning to pain.

 

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Stage 32: The thoughts of a person who can’t write.

It’s the sadness that pushes us. The gnawing, tugging, inescapable emotions that drag us into our creative zones. Writing is a catharsis and there’s no need for it unless you’re looking for an escape; for the reason a reader reads and a writer writes is the same.

And when you’re content, there is no need for an escape- *introducing the all new and improved ‘writers block’. Now in 4 different shades of frustration.*

It’s every artists internal conflict. For them to create they have to have inspiration, for inspiration they need an extreme emotion, for an extreme emotion they need exhilaration or depression, the latter being much easier to achieve when you have no inspiration and thus the vicious cycle begins.

What to do, what to do, what to do.

Take a break I guess. Go out, switch off, forget. I say I guess because evidently I still can’t write. Atleast nothing along the lines of profound or mildly entertaining.

Sorry for wasting your time if you made it this far.

But a word of advice because I never publish a post without something quotable ( ✔️ ) and something kinda sorta not really helpful- Don’t force yourself to create something that has to be appreciated… just. create.


Well, i woke up to that faint blue light that I now so easily recognise (c.e. https://itswaypastcurfew.wordpress.com/2016/06/01/stage-7-34-progress/ , where i flipped out, seeing it for the first time)

WordPress informed me that it was our 2 year anniversary. Possibly the longest any of my relationships have ever lasted (platonic and romantic).  *cringing at this sad truth*

Also I haven’t been able to write at all lately and this is more or less a forced post and I have to end up asking myself the question ‘ why can we write so much better when our life is going to the dogs?’

Stage 28: Mindless Rhyming

 

I’m Fast to judge, Slow to understand, and Often never right

I speak loudly in the day and cry sheltered by a blanket of moonlight

I run from my problems and never ever fight

my insecurities that remain unsurpassed despite

my love for the future, which now, looks bleakly bright

because

I’m Fast to judge, Slow to understand, and Often never right

Stage 26: We, Wyself and Wi

It’s not the fact that anything changed between us… not a relationship status or our physical presence. But for some reason, almost disappeared, has our mental connection.

I cant place it but we’re different

Our conversations

Our exchanges

Our everything

Something’s different about us 

I blame you and you might blame me. Truth is there is no-one to blame. Nothing happened, but we changed. We both changed somehow. Unable to foster the parallel we used to share, we both are rendered helpless.

We miss each other but we can’t be together.

We tell each other but it doesn’t change anything.

It doesn’t change the fact that we lost it.

We misplaced a feeling and now It’s gone. Maybe not forever. but heck it sure is taking a long time to find… I’ll fight for it though. I’ll fight like I’ve never lost before, but you need to fight too.

Please fight. Fight hard.

Fight for us.