Threads of time...
Monday, September 3, 2007
On sands of time....
How lonely at times one can get. How critical one can become of self and others. Sometimes one can feel so helpless. You would want to be upbeat and positive but people, the very souls, you gave your years and decades to, would not let you be yourself. They will come from nowhere painting each positive frame of your life black. Telling you as if, it was not you but them who did what was to be done and you were a mute dead spectator to all the events around.
They will relentlessly scratch your deepest wounds till they become green again, leaving you alone then to ponder about meaning and purpose of your own existence. Obliviously and conveniently turning blind to your trials and
tribulations, they will massacre you in cold blood and yet get away with it so wonderfully that you hang between choice to live or die.
To live you will have to tread the path laid out of deception,sarcasm and constant anhilation of every ounce of life left in you. And death is yet again made a choice not to be, pushing unlimited guilt and uselessness down
your throat that you just shudder at the thought of people's hatred and despise for you after you are gone. While you are writhing in pain all alone in your silent retreat, they will walk away with smiles of victory written large on their face.
One begins to wonder which is more henious a crime ? ruthless murder or shameless ingratitude ? outraging modesty or robing someone off, of the will to live ? chopping off a limb or enslaving and scuttling someone's freedom so that one can't move or think ? Hurling insult on a person or driving saddistic pleasure out of someone's helplessness and miserable condition ?
Robing someone off of money or robing one of his/her beliefs,faith and goodness ? While someone is merely alive barely breathing under the burden of being wronged and victimised the perpetuator of crime roams scot free, unaffected and unfazed. There are no visible marks, no substantiated proofs, no witnesses of such crimes behind closed doors for they were all verbal assaults so cleverly and meticulously executed that no one would ever find a trace. However each day there are numerous souls dying carrying the burden of heavy bodies like walking corpses going through inferno of hell for not being equally ruthless,detached,calculative,selfish and stone hearted.
Robing someone off of money or robing one of his/her beliefs,faith and goodness ? While someone is merely alive barely breathing under the burden of being wronged and victimised the perpetuator of crime roams scot free, unaffected and unfazed. There are no visible marks, no substantiated proofs, no witnesses of such crimes behind closed doors for they were all verbal assaults so cleverly and meticulously executed that no one would ever find a trace. However each day there are numerous souls dying carrying the burden of heavy bodies like walking corpses going through inferno of hell for not being equally ruthless,detached,calculative,selfish and stone hearted.
Physical violence heal with time and is limited in impact as compared to emotional slaughter which may take a lifetime to heal or may be a life !
More important than stopping killing is to kill the will to kill, to subjugate, to dominate or to methodically exploit, to put unreasonable demand/expectation which one can't fulfill ! Before we launch a peace crusade outside we must travel extensively and exploratively within inner reaches of our own psyche to curb seeds of violence there if any. Ask ourselves those difficult questions and be the judge of our answers.
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posted by Nomade at 6:20 AM
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