So far, nothing has been done. Only the thinking. But that doesn’t lead me to anywhere. That’s what happens to people doing regular jobs. They start losing sight of what they truly wanted. They get tired of working and at the same time, they begin to accept being stuck in the swamp. They even try to fall in love with the swamp. I dread that would be my fate too. I refuse to accept that.
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I have a perspective. While I write, I just write shit. There is no truth to find in my words. All of it is all that I have found. I am tired of thoughts and opinions, tired of seeing people talking and doing nothing. It takes less time and minimal effort to act than to talk and talk and talk. I do not know what men, most of them, are up to. By the time they have spent three decades of their life, they realise that they are nowhere, they are struggling to crawl out of some deep swamp. I am tired of watching that, and I am tired of watching man pushing himself in such a swamp. Big fucking idiots. All of them.
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A million books out there to read, but when you want to decide to pick one of them and read, it becomes a herculean task. Browsed a hundred books but not a single is found appealing, even remotely interesting. They all are talking about social issues or environmental issues or some historical event of one or another kind, and if not that then self help books are always there to fuel one’s illusions of what is what. Everyday, so much crap is being published. Lines and lines of bullshit written under the influence of some emotional or psychological delusion. Truth is unbreakable but look at how frail, blood-devoid it sounds when read in the lines of these books. It is a sad demise of something that should never die. Of course nothing is immortal, even long-lasting but for as long as a man lives and breathes and is capable of being aware, a few good and simple lines must be there, waiting for him to discover them.
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How to work with a man who cannot handle anything. That’s the puzzle. How to make him realize that future is not the place to live in, that it is never coming. He thinks that there is no problem with him. He wants to be in a different situation that in what he is right now.That is true in any moment. Is that even possible,? Being in a different situation right now? And if yes, then why doesn’t he make it happen.His ego is that o a king but his spirit is that of a timid thief. He is living with this conflict inside his head.How will peace come to him. As days pass, he is morphing into a nagging crab. A stupid, senseless, good-for-nothing piece of life. It is a matter of concern but he does not know that. He will live another 10 years or so, but I doubt anything is ever going to change him from within for good.
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The rain stopped some time between morning and night. The collected water is drying here and there all by itself. An hour ago, somebody knocked at my door. Nobody was there when I looked out the peephole. A neighboring kid does that sometimes but I do not suspect it was him today. His knock is quite playful and you can, most times, hear him giggling outside. Today it wasn’t so. Today, the knock was a precise two knocks of equal intensity, like an adult did that. But nobody lives here except me. All the doors have locks except mine. Mine remains locked only from inside. Outside, the sun is up but I haven’t seen it yet. How the weather is today is yet to be known. As of now, I can barely handle my head. A fearful mind cannot ever make a decision, and moreover, stick to it. A clear sky is what I desire today but whatever comes, comes and my eyes have got to watch it.
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