Sometimes when you are extremely happy as something out of the ordinary, and by sheer luck, went right in your life; you expect the world around you, trudging on with their mediocre ways, to be as jubilant as you are.. You fancy to believe that your happiness is multiplied and spread across but in reality the world doesnt find any reason to shed their ongoing ill-fated life and celebrate your serendipity. Happiness is only reflective; you only get back the distorted versions of your own happiness reflecting out of their plastered smiles.
But sorrow on the other hand has a different story altogether.. sorrow is sucked in and savoured with utmost pleasure. Sorrows when vented out makes the others realise that they are not alone living their wretched lives and there are more unfortunate ones sharing their miseries or suffering more of it. This brings out a genuine smile worn on the face and withdrawn deftly by the mask displayed in the public. The mask worn to veil the feelings of shame and self-consciousness and carefully choose to expose only what is expected out of the world. The mask sworn to the customs and conventions and bound by the rules of the world. Freedom is not free.. Nothing is free.. Everything comes with a price and a high maintenance cost. The mask bears the price and the self enjoys the fruits of freedom.. Sometimes the mask demands a lot of attention that the self is shadowed into oblivion.. But the ineffectual self is not completely disconnected from the mask; they share an inseparable relationship.. the tragedy that hits the mask is borne by the self.. Mask commits a sin and the self endures the guilt. Guilt consequently leads to doing good....
Behind every deed of good lies the agony of guilt. Goodness is guilt-ridden and is prompted only to appease the suffering, to ease out the pain and restore balance.. The whole universe only conspires and struggles to develop a sense of symmetry.. Our deeds, good and bad, are directed towards the restoration of balance.. chaos is what we create and balance is what we strive to achieve..
Balance between good and bad, mask and the self.. Symmetry is the fuel of life... Asymmetry is life...
But sorrow on the other hand has a different story altogether.. sorrow is sucked in and savoured with utmost pleasure. Sorrows when vented out makes the others realise that they are not alone living their wretched lives and there are more unfortunate ones sharing their miseries or suffering more of it. This brings out a genuine smile worn on the face and withdrawn deftly by the mask displayed in the public. The mask worn to veil the feelings of shame and self-consciousness and carefully choose to expose only what is expected out of the world. The mask sworn to the customs and conventions and bound by the rules of the world. Freedom is not free.. Nothing is free.. Everything comes with a price and a high maintenance cost. The mask bears the price and the self enjoys the fruits of freedom.. Sometimes the mask demands a lot of attention that the self is shadowed into oblivion.. But the ineffectual self is not completely disconnected from the mask; they share an inseparable relationship.. the tragedy that hits the mask is borne by the self.. Mask commits a sin and the self endures the guilt. Guilt consequently leads to doing good....
Behind every deed of good lies the agony of guilt. Goodness is guilt-ridden and is prompted only to appease the suffering, to ease out the pain and restore balance.. The whole universe only conspires and struggles to develop a sense of symmetry.. Our deeds, good and bad, are directed towards the restoration of balance.. chaos is what we create and balance is what we strive to achieve..
Balance between good and bad, mask and the self.. Symmetry is the fuel of life... Asymmetry is life...
