I haven't moved an inch since. Life grabs my hand and drags me along. 4 months now. doesnt matter, 4 years, 40 years, it will still feel the same. milestones will be crossed. but time will stay frozen at that very moment.
here and now. that's all there is.
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I saw your earlier blog Tat Tvam Asi. It was quite interesting but you have not updated it for a while. Then I saw this blog in your profile. I wonder what you are trying to say. Anyway, the thoughts are quite poetic.
anon, thanks. just words. :-)
would you mind if i carry this exchange further? By the way I am anon becauese I cant understand this choose an identity thing. Anyway..anon sounds nice
:-D this is a first, having a blog-comment exchange with an anon. might revive my interest in blogdom again.
Well! Its a good start. I nearly got u interested in something. You know, all thinking/feeling people come to this stage of boredom. I have a few takes on that state:
1) Nothing in life has any meaning, but if you walk along that path there is only the seeking of death..which is stupid since we are going to die anyway.
2)You can turn your boredom into a game where boredom/death is hunting you (which it is) and you are trying to avoid being the prey.
interesting! you sound perfect enough to be anon. :-)
the way i see it, the meaning of this rigmarole we call life is encrypted in death, and very few of us have the decrypt key, atleast in this dimension.
boredom, ah, a formidable foe. life is but a series of moves and counter-moves to get the better of this opponent...fun and games while it lasts.
Dont you think that to search for meanings in an infinite and alive universe is to limit and in a way demean it and ourselves? We get bored when we occupy ourselves with petty experiences and thoughts . We have lost all sense of mystery and adventure by enclosing ourselves in interpretations/ understandings. As humans with a limited life span it is our birthright to have as many experiences of intense joy, pain, pleasure, sorrow, happiness as possible. Our body and spirit longs for heights and depths of all emotions/sensations. It is succumbing to fear that kills the longings and creates boredom. Learn to love fear (the body loves it anyway) and the adventure starts.
I think I am hogging all the space and showing off as a great thinker. Is it the done thing to write such long comments on a blog? Anyway, I will share a couple of poems that I liked:
1)All you who sleep tonight,
Far from the ones you love,
with no arm to your left or right,
and emtiness above.
Know that you aren't alone,
the whole world shares your tears,
some for two nights or one,
and some for all their years.
2) Only for a short time have you loaned us to each other.
Beacuse it is in your drawing us that we take shape.
It is in your painting us that we get form.
It is in your singing to usthat we get voice.
But only for a short while, have you loaned us to each other.
Because even as lines drawn in crystalline obsidian disappear,
and as the green colour of the Quetzalcoatal feathers fade,
and as the waterfall subsides during the summer - so we too disappear.
Only for a short while have you loaned us to each other.
fantastic words...we are loaned to each other for a short time, per the demands of the script!
I also agree and have long been a practicing advocate of just soaking it all in, everything that throws itself in your path, the good and the bad, in this mega theatrical piece we call life...looking for meanings is just another game that one might or might not have a fondness for.
ah lets forget the length, I appreciate the exchange of ideas and connecting, even if anonymously... :-)
p.s. do you have a blogspace too or just driving by?
I dont have a blogspace.I had just heard about blogs. One of my friend wanted me to log on to his blog since the past year but I just did it on a whim a few days back . Whilst trying to understand what a blog is about I saw the blog link Tat Tvam Asi which somehow caught my interest. Yours was the second blog that I read and the first blog that I have ever commented on/replied to. I felt your thoughts and language were very poetic and beautiful. Somewhere in all that I sensed a peculiar loneliness akin to what I used to feel all the time. Also, you were not updating your blog and I did not want you to keep on with dead end thoughts. Those thoughts have a way of killing all beauty/ goodness and I felt I should stop you and give the beautiful thoughts a chance.
I hope I am not coming on too strong, such is not my intention. Take care.
wow. :-) talk about connecting randomly in this vast space.
I'm glad you saw my blog and cared to make a comment. and no you arent overstepping, you're just speaking your mind, which I appreciate.
and as for reviving the blog(s), it will happen when it will. when the urge gets stronger than my inherent laziness... :-)
I am not familiar with the blog protocol and many a time the written word comes across very different from the spoken ones. Yes! Even I am amazed at this sort of a connection. Truly, the unknown is vaster than the known and the spirit moves in strange ways. Please dont go back to being a slave to laziness/boredom...
:-) (i am learning) Why let death catch us in a lazy/bored condition?
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