“Children see magic because they look for it.”
Yesterday I happened to have a conversation with a friend about how we create our lives. Those who read are often smitten by quotes. You get a basic idea about a person’s mind by the pages they follow on Instagram and Facebook and the quotes they relate to. The question we raised was “Do we really relate to quotes or have we accepted them as the truth of our lives? And we’re perhaps too blind or lazy to prove those quotes wrong.” There are about 7 billion people on the planet and a lot of them relate to the same quote, which is absolutely fine. But do we realize that most of us have believed quotes to be the truth and unintentionally the quotes we like have become the truth of our lives.
Literature, art, poetry, music is something that we live for because they are beautiful. Is it a good thing or a bad thing to lead our lives the way we are leading or we need to change?
What I believe is that our life is part real and part illusion. We often turn our illusions into reality. When I say that I am a wizard, you might think that I am kidding but it’s totally based on my experiences in life and how I see things. Everything, be it a simple object like an apple has various connotations for each one of us and we make those connotations appear to be real. In Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows, there’s a conversation that takes place in Harry’s head and he questions if it’s happening in real, to which Dumbledore responds that “Of course it’s happening in your head but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t real.”
So What’s Real?
I would love to read your perspective in the comments section. 🙂
Sitting by the window in Coffee Home, aroma of coffee builds a cloud of stories around me. As I gaze outside mesmerised by the foggy weather I see the poor children playing outside in the cold with dirt on them but they were free and had smiles on their faces. The cold didn’t seem to bother them during their play. Fearless birds they seem, purely living in the moment and enjoying life.
When I shift my eyes inside the big coffee home I find people running, debating, having meetings. Someone finalised a deal and headed for the door. With about more than 50 people around me, I was there sitting with coffee, my bag and my book that I was supposed to read in peace but couldn’t because I was busy reading real stories. Some came with family, some came with friends. A few were aloof like me sitting in corners looking around, actually reading books, and watching people. What striked me the most was the fact that even though people had company but still they were hooked up to their phones for long durations. I saw a family waiting for their order to arrive and there was a kid who wasn’t having a supposedly smartphone and was looking here and there because his family members were busy on their phones. Thankfully, I wasn’t, which I used to be and even continue to be sometimes, but wasn’t on that particular moment, and I guess I made a friend by making stupid faces and having fun with the kid. He was really cute and fair and had big black eyes through which he communicated. He looked like one of those babies in commercials. I wish to see that kid again. Something interesting striked me when I thought about it, what if we only used expressions to communicate. Silently expressing ourselves and just be. At the same time my love for words said something else. I guess I was just cooking up scenarios that could have made the world a better place. Coffee home is one of the places to know about humans. Humans like us who are different in some way. That day I saw a group of college friends hanging out looking for some cheap food and making noises and having fun and cribbing about being broke, it was a lovely sight though it gave me chills. Some love birds were too busy in themselves but if you happen to listen to their conversations you’ll find funny and quirky stories. It was a delight watching these people and reading their stories. By the time my coffee got finished I had a smile on my face and watery eyes. How amusing is life!
Of choices it is.
Of identity it is.
Life takes several assessments
Result doesn’t matter as long as you appear.
Treachery is lucrative
Unethical paths too.
People will hold your hands but only because they could get through.
Fascinating world it is.
Number of chums are insignificant
As long as you are significant.
You exist. You’re alone.
You don’t. Well, it doesn’t take much to be a ghostly existence.
Of pride it is.
I was never a person who would read multiple books because I had problems keeping a track. I have realised that it is in my own hands to take care of my concentration power. Recently I have had phases where I experienced Writers Block and Readers Block. To say that I am out of both is wrong, not entirely though. I have been writing but it’s majorly random scribbles like this one where all I talk about is daily mundane stuff but since it generates certain emotions and hence it is here. I can not write until and unless I feel something. It’s been 10 days since I have isolated myself from being a social butterfly and focusing on my growth. I have never been able to figure out whether I am an extrovert or an introvert. You may call me an Ambivert but someone told me that you’re either an introvert or an extrovert, there’s no in between but I see shades of grey and not the black and white of the things. However, this statement has got me thinking. What conclusion I have got, I have no clue. The thing is that ever since I am in a shell of my own, I have been ambitious and relaxed, I am such a paradox. Am I focusing too much on myself? Maybe. But who doesn’t. Everyone cares about themselves first.
In these 10 days, I have took to too much reading (woah.. alliteration)
I have been reading multiple books, two novels, various short stories by different authors, an epic called MahaBharata, poetry and ofcourse my text books and strangely, I have been able to keep a track of everything and my dreams are a mixture of all of them and I don’t know where I am heading but I am just loving everything. Without focusing on virtual conversations, I meet people in real and love to listen to them share things. I feel really glad that people find me trustworthy and share their things with me, listening to people gives me different perspectives. However with my best friends I force them to listen to me, you see, I talk a lot too. There’s a friend of mine who often tries to lecture me and I tell her that dude shut up, I am not listening to you but I sometimes wish I did. Apart from reading, I have been watching a lot of new shows and listening to music and I like it here. Peaceful, calm and lovable. Life feels worth it. But why am I sharing it all here if I am happy in my shell? You see, I haven’t talked much recently and I like to talk right now. So I thank all my readers for reading this because I have seen that all those posts which I don’t edit and just publish connect more because deep down we all are one. I may not know you but I might connect to you and we might interact someday and you could be my dear friend. Would you like it? I would. 😀
This blog has been dormant for months now. Yes, I had my phase of writers’ block. Or maybe not. I wrote diary, I wrote things which I felt were very personal and not quite worthy of being put up on wordpress for the readers even though this blog is a personal one without any professional motive in mind.
Writing is like an outlet of emotions and so are friendships I guess. Each one of us goes through issues in our lives which are eventually sorted with self talk, or with the help of family or with the help of friends. In the time of crisis, all you need is to have someone beside you to sail through the storms of life. Friendships play a crucial role in our lives. Almost everyone has a person in their lives whom they call their “best friend” and very lucky people happen to have the same person through a very long time. Sometimes, people fall in love with their best friends and happen to spend a lifetime together. Such a happy place it is!
Most people have different best friends in different stages of life. They also know that they might not stay with each other forever because “Life Happens” and it’s absolutely acceptable. Here’s a twist, somehow you realise that your best friend isn’t really your best friend. This realization might be true or false because this feeling is something you would not share with your best friend and the fact that you’re on the verge of outgrowing your friendship with the person you love strikes you hard.
But I want to tell you through this post that it’s okay. This age of 20 to 30 is such where you meet a lot of people, you’ll love them, you’ll hate them, you’ll grow with them, you’ll fall too. It’s okay to outgrow of friendships of years. And it’s also in your hands to come back together too, just make sure to learn to survive alone till then. Stay strong because no matter, eventually everything falls into place.