Thursday 27 November 2014

Sunday Randomness

Void - Almost everyone I know has a "void".

What causes the void? Are we born with it or do we acquire it as we get cultured by our environment?

The awareness of this void sets in as we add years and experience in our kitty

If it were a vacuum, it is self-serving. A vacuum exerts such a pull that the space should get filled in.
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Why do we need someone or something to fill this void? Work, hobby, friend, colleague, pets - something to occupy that free space. We are constantly on the lookout for one.

Is it the noun or the verb that we are talking of?

Do we experience a void? Or the need to void?

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THE BALANCING FORCES

When a friend asked, what I meant by "neutral friend". I responded immediately, "A friend who doesn't tip the emotional balance." Period.

My mind's ramblings continued...

Centrifugal and centripetal forces  act to keep us balanced..to stand on our feet. On the x-axis, that is, with our feet firm on the ground. I heard someone say, "When you can stand, you should walk". A tight-rope walk with more forces waiting to act.

The forces on the y-axis act to disturb the equilibrium, sweeping us off our feet. But we aren't complaining! We are too happy to let down our guard. Ready to be blindfolded or even blinded and ready to take the plunge! Where to? Already fallen(pun intended). Some are elated to cloud nine, before the free fall happens.

The Z-axis - the quirky forces of our minds with unlimited potential. As we move on searching for our purpose in life, there are many bruises as one flounders in this space called mind, lost in its vastness. We hold on to the fire of hope as we grope around to find our way. Sounds assuring.

However, that fire of hope is waiting to be smothered because someone is gulping the oxygen down the already trodden path. The porous ground beneath your feet, is waiting to slip between your toes.
Sotto voce, you know there are more dimensions to this. Now, let me call it a day.

Wednesday 26 November 2014

The strokes - from the graphite, the diamond

Written on 25-NOv-2014

    I am trying to coax myself...to gear up my spirit and move past this impasse hoping that this too shall pass. 

    I've taken time for the whole process - of taking it in and ruminating. As the images and memories flash across my mind's eye, the pleasant nostalgic stroll is engulfed by a wave of sickening nausea. The emotional churning is intense. The retching and its aftertaste leaves me bitter.  I can sense a storm stirring up a cauldron of turmoil inside my being which threatens to throw up any moment