Some people are given the right to love, some are devoid of it. Some people are given the right to be good. Some people are disliked for it. Why such a hate then, why hate the sinners? Everyone is correct in his/her own logic bubble. What if doesn’t coincide with your own? Maybe you are the sinner, maybe you’re incorrect. Nothing in the world is good or bad, it’s all relative. Who defined the absolute terms? Lord didn’t. Probably us humans did, for their own suited comforts, complying with the majority, for existence in this social circus.
Whenever we judge someone, we are judging ourselves. All things we seem at loss with, within ourselves, all the weaknesses we’ve known. We judge people on a scale set by ourselves, our beliefs, our faults. So it’s better to judge the scales well.
We all have two sides to ourselves, the good and the bad. It depends which one we feed, which one the world makes us feed. It’s hard to survive with your own principles and rules. Am still in a dilemma if am living it right. Life fucks everybody, spares no one.And if fate doesn’t make u laugh, then u just don’t get the joke.
Sometimes someone else being misunderstood, some else being confused, fucks up your damned life too.
Each one of us tends to sadness. The most easily attainable state. If we can sustain it, we can sustain anything. Something like the lowest energy state. There’s a satisfaction, a security in sadness. No one can take it away from you, unless you want it to. It’s your own.
Life comes in circles. Something like, "I’ve had it before, am having it again. I thought it would’ve tasted different, but it tastes all the same". It’s funny how everyone keeps searching for something, some people call it love, some people the truth, some go overboard saying they’re searching God .And then each of them dies knowing nothing, having nothing. Probably the biggest truth is that there is no truth.
The biggest irony of life is we haven’t ever seen ourselves. All that we’ve seen is a mere reflection. How I wish I could see my face like I see everyone else’s.
Pity is one part of love that asks for nothing in return and because of that, every act of pity is a kind of prayer. Something like God Bless You! Something we hear all the time. It shouldn’t be overused I guess, it takes your belief off Him.
6 comments:
my super dooper crazy moronski of a fren...r u d same ashish i left who wud ask me silly ques..?? i knew were a thinker..ok not like Rodin's thinker who sits naked on a stone thinking:p but this is deep stuff u crazy fool..:) i read this n d only thing dat cums to my mind is wat u sed to tell me...i hate u but i love u ! u make me smile bu u make me cry!! tc *hugs* God Bless u!! miss u all soo much rite now..all cos of u :x
n its not pity wen ppl say God Bless u !! sumtimes its just love dat ppl feel !! its sumthing dat dey believe in !!
"Pity is one part of love that asks for nothing in return and because of that, every act of pity is a kind of prayer."
I like your post, but you know the above lines aren't really true..'cause when you pity, you're asking for some too, in some way, some day! The ugly truth of pity or the loyalty of pity :)
PS: I'd like a response, if you can.
I am not really sure why I wrote this... since this was written a long time back, but what I do believe is pity does not beget pity... that's my belief, possibly different from yours.
so no more posts ?
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