A Gift to remember
It’s well said ,by Pablo Neruda, “Love is short, but forgetting is long”, and I believe that it’s forgetting that sustains love and strengthens the past reminiscences alive and a stage comes, when every pretty moment becomes an epoch.
If we think about matter, in its existential sense, it precedes our consciousness and makes our memories immortal. I am a kind of person, who is always striving for perfection and in the end, my so called craving for perfectionism becomes quite futile in reaching those high philosophical standards which I am always aspiring to. Despite , knowing that Perfectionism is a disorder, and it’s, the imperfect ,that is the true perfect, and it’s the divine law that keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection, but still my heart has a huge expansion for it.
It was my 17th birthday, Momsy, gifted me a golden cage, beautiful bird inside it, apparently so beautiful, even she clearly knew that I am a kind of person who appreciates isolation and solitude over anything.
It was the worth remembering gift of my Momsy, the beautiful soul, because it’s a life time reminder to me,
“that freedom and happiness is a state of mind”.
“I am not the one who is born as the bird of cage,
That just grows and inculcates a feigned life with age,
Because I have dreams to conquer,
Because I love solitude ,
Because I am a free spirit and the sovereign of my world,
Because I believe that there is something beyond the horizon.
(Solitude is beautiful, and for some people, it’s the air they breath )
In the Rememberance of my Acquaintance
I remember the remarkable saying of one of my acquaintances, that appearances are so deceieving and tyrannical, that even, life becomes less to understand what they are upto. There was one thing common between us, that was our never ending discussion on Hegel and Marx. My acquaintance preferred the psyche and I was the one who preferred matter over psyche. It was always like an ideological rift between the Marxian and Hegelian mind.
It becomes too difficult to accept the truth that your loved ones are no more in the world and the real fact that you are not going to meet them again,but at the same time every thing happens with some reason and divine planning and what they left behind them is their memories and sayings that can never be forgotten.
I diasapprove of what you said, but I will defend to the death your right to say it. (My usual conversation with my acquaintance who was more than an acquaintance but less than a friend).
