Peeking out of the
stained glass window, gazing at the rain drenched grounds in hopes of being one
with the wet grass and just then the bell rings, like some divine intervention
saving you from the listlessness of some numbers being scrolled across the
board but a sudden realization of disparity present between reality and
fantasy comes creeping in, slowly turning that enthusiasm into mild reluctance
and then, out of nowhere comes a gentle push and you find yourself wrestling
with gravity in a freshly created pool of rainwater with your chums, with
each of them donning that smirk of satisfaction mixed with realization of the
consequences that were to follow which would fairly resemble the ones bored
for that blatantly whimsical episode with silver nitrate in the chemistry lab
but the smiles eventually withered as moments became memories and were never
relived as ‘growing up’ happened.
The heart became cold and uninviting as the years passed by and started to loathe company as the world only reflected its own demeanor and was imminently lost in the abyss of desolation.
The bounds of misanthropy have been slowly entangling our lives as a constrictor since then, wrapping its cold skin around it prey and slowly squeezing the life out of it, but then who’s to judge, sometimes death is a blessing in disguise, there is a reason why it is called the end of all sufferings. It is astoundingly wonderful to see how philosophies can bring drastic changes in a man’s life, we all are working to please our brains and well what could be better than getting it drunk on them, I think the key to happiness lies in the power of convincing your mind( after you’ve taken care of your belly of course). Misanthropy, a condition of being asocial, conventionally thought as being an anomaly because we have defined ourselves as social animals and most of us cannot summon the power to break out of that shell and we never will.
We all have friends those we hate, love is a very strong word it has to be used very carefully in these harder times, the implication being that the expression of hatred requires so much less effort that its accepted antonym, what’s arduous is to open your heart and let it pour as from a jeroboam of effervescent wine. Our social lives but revolve around the ardor for superficial intimacies and false displays of joviality and we work industriously to keep that boat of illusion afloat. “I’m madly in love with my baby” is usually bestowed upon shiny automobiles and gaming consoles, I rarely see anyone claiming that kind of love for their fellow beings, maybe a few dogs. I don’t know who or what is to blame or if it is the kind of human evolution we wanted for ourselves where even hangouts are virtual. I guess we are reasoning too much, too much of pragmatism has blocked the artery of jovial flow and the heart suffers from bliss-depravity. I guess we have to reason with ourselves and question ourselves that what pragmatism explains bearing so much of loss to gain such little.
The heart became cold and uninviting as the years passed by and started to loathe company as the world only reflected its own demeanor and was imminently lost in the abyss of desolation.
The bounds of misanthropy have been slowly entangling our lives as a constrictor since then, wrapping its cold skin around it prey and slowly squeezing the life out of it, but then who’s to judge, sometimes death is a blessing in disguise, there is a reason why it is called the end of all sufferings. It is astoundingly wonderful to see how philosophies can bring drastic changes in a man’s life, we all are working to please our brains and well what could be better than getting it drunk on them, I think the key to happiness lies in the power of convincing your mind( after you’ve taken care of your belly of course). Misanthropy, a condition of being asocial, conventionally thought as being an anomaly because we have defined ourselves as social animals and most of us cannot summon the power to break out of that shell and we never will.
We all have friends those we hate, love is a very strong word it has to be used very carefully in these harder times, the implication being that the expression of hatred requires so much less effort that its accepted antonym, what’s arduous is to open your heart and let it pour as from a jeroboam of effervescent wine. Our social lives but revolve around the ardor for superficial intimacies and false displays of joviality and we work industriously to keep that boat of illusion afloat. “I’m madly in love with my baby” is usually bestowed upon shiny automobiles and gaming consoles, I rarely see anyone claiming that kind of love for their fellow beings, maybe a few dogs. I don’t know who or what is to blame or if it is the kind of human evolution we wanted for ourselves where even hangouts are virtual. I guess we are reasoning too much, too much of pragmatism has blocked the artery of jovial flow and the heart suffers from bliss-depravity. I guess we have to reason with ourselves and question ourselves that what pragmatism explains bearing so much of loss to gain such little.
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