I don’t believe that someone out there is better or worse than you. I also don’t believe that you are unique. Someone, out of the seven billion people in the world, is having the same color as you. Now, what are you going to feel?
Most of the time, we want to be special, unique, one-of-a-kind person. We want to be noticed, distinguished, and different from others. This is the reason why other people seem to be better or worse than us- we use our eyes more than we use our hearts.
We know that deep inside everyone’s soul is the same vibration, wave, and sound- the rhythm of life we’re trying to dance with. We’ll only understand it if we start using our hearts in comprehending people. Isn’t it more special to feel that we are connected to more than just ourselves?
there is complete peace, utter silence, and empty desolation. These are caused by the colors that crawls onto her thoughts, flowers that start to thrive in her mind, and memories that make her levitate and reach the zenith of her being.
Withered flowers, crumbled edifices, faded photographs, dissipated memories, exhausted hearts, excruciated bodies, ostensible minds, infinitesimal foresight, dreadful spirits- these are witnesses of people who once loved but were left writhing in pain.
Many of us have loved people who, in our own hopeful minds and hearts, are right for us. We think we deserve them and they deserve us. He may not be everything that you wanted,but he is something. You love each other for 6 years and after that he’ll tell you that being with you is becoming more and more pointless. He became so accustomed to you that he already failed to notice the new things that you tried to disclose. Being ignored is not a simple thing so you decided to let go and break on yourself.
Love makes us hopeful. Love creates illusions. Love is a shuffled taste of bitter and sweet. Love is a mystery, the only known truth about love- it involves pain.
Symmetry is a very beautiful thing to experience in the body. The equilibrium between the heart and the mind is so rare that it even becomes so alien to almost all of us. Imagine the peace of not having to choose between what you feel and what you know. Place yourself in a situation where everything goes smoothly and according to plan. Remember the moment when you felt the relief of having the idea- I have it all figured out. That is symmetry; you are having harmonious expectations and foresight with fate.
However, I never knew how it felt like to be symmetric with fate. Yes, I wrote about it but I never really knew it- knowing things is the same as not knowing them, that’s why. I have always been filled with uncertainty and doubts with what’s going to happen tomorrow. I am in a constant interrogation where I am the one who asks and gets worried if not answered right away. But I never get weary of living my disequilibrium life. I perceive it as an exquisitely grotesque way of living. This made me believe that the moment you stopped asking about what the future holds, that’s also the moment you stopped caring about your life.