Transient Everything- Mainstream Philosophy for Now

So this is my first ever blog. I'd never thought I'd be the kind of person with enough patience to continue writing a blog if and when I begin to write. That's why I never wanted to start. Well that's just what I told my heart whenever it wanted to speak through ink. Spoken word is so much more convenient mate, at least you won't have evidence of what you say or think. Frankly, our thoughts aren't always intellectual or inspiring or logical. Sometimes they hardly make any sense! And some other times we'd rather keep our thoughts to ourselves. BUT as we age, we grow and in the process,  we learn. And we keep learning till our name is just a whisper amongst the few living. And till I reach that state of oblivion, I want to track what I'm doing with my life. I want something more than just a diary to jot down my daily schedule. No, that's just sad. Life's too short to be so organized, which ironically clutters the mind. At some point of time or the other, we all realize that. We realize, what's happened has happened. We also realize there's nothing stopping us from talking about those memories, from combining our acquired knowledge with whatever little experience that we all have. We want to inculcate a habit per se of keeping an account of what we feel, what we sense, what we perceive of things around us.

So here's to challenging my patience, widening my imagination, strengthening my mind and just letting words, thoughts, views pour out.. Until my heart begins to speak.

This blog's going to be a poem. I've been writing poems for a long time now. Or I should say, I had been. Then I turned into an everyday teenager, when procrastination became my best friend! My thoughts still flew, my views were still strong and ever so debatable! But my words came to a halt. With this poem, I want to begin something that I wouldn't dream of stopping, something I wouldn't give up even if I was asked to.
Enough about all that! Here goes..

Lightning in the midst of darkness
pitch black and then a whip of light
The world floats in a mess
and creeping fear clamps you tight.

Confusion spreads far and wide
Grief wrecks, mind and soul
They all lay by your side
yet their closeness takes a toll.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe away
Darkness strikes once again
Desperate, you look for signs to stay
Signs unfound, yet you stay ignoring the pain.

Pain is trivial, pain is weak
your mind is strong and bold, you say
words clashing thoughts, you try to speak;
This night shall pass, it shall be your day.

Waiting alone, waiting in uncertainty
with each passing second, you yearn to feel
something but the immense pity
your wishes trampled, you're forced to kneel.

Cold and Hungry, Hot and Sweaty,
contradicting emotions run through your brain
Then it all stops. You curse the city,
Sleep arrives, and you move on to catch the next train...

Hope y'all caught yours!

Till the next time,
Kv

Yet Another Awesome Internet Article

It's funny, the kind of things you can find on the internet.

Beyond the unlimited superficial means to entertain yourself, the endless noise that is annoying people leaving comments on random videos and the never ending pointless internet battles, the internet recently gave me something i wasnt really looking for (PORN! just kidding.)

Perspective.

I came across a random blog a couple of friends and I created some 4 years ago and I was left a little shocked. As to how well i used to write. And how well i used to write about absolutely random topics. Which led me to question myself.

What happened?

You grew up the little voice in my head kept yelling. And i'd have to agree. (well to an extent)

Growing up widens your horizon, people say. Makes you adapt to different situations. Makes you figure out what you want to do. The positives one can draw from growing up are innumerable.

Maturity is underrated. Its more than just growing up. Its a perspective on life.

Why does life demand maturity? Because life is asphyxiating. Every moment of life requires you to be on your feet once you've grown up.
When you were young, its your parents saying "Do this, do that" and all you're thinking is "Wait till i'm older and i can do what ever the beep i want"
And then you grow up and BAM. Its life that says "do this, do that" and you're left as bewildered as a deer under a hunter's spotlight.
Thats where maturity comes in. You'd think that over all the years of growing up made you "mature enough" to handle life's stresses, but at the end of the day, you're doing exactly what you've been programmed to do. Listen, obey. At the end of the day you're still a kid. But a kid with blinders you cannot see.
The world terms it maturity, but its just a perspective. You're older, wiser and yet you're doing what is expected of you and rarely what you want. When the world hits you, and hits you more, its not all the years that you live that keep you going. Its not all the classes you've sat through, all the friends you've met. Its how you view the world. Your perspective. Your maturity.

You go to sleep as a kid, on a bed of roses, dreams and desires, warmed by the gentle flame of your innocence. Yet when you wake up, an adult fully grown, you find the bed full of thorns, the flame a raging fire and the reality of your dreams not half what you expected. Adapt, people say, but no. Your perspective is what keeps you going.


I thought this post was going to be something clever and deep and amusing and what not. The random mess you read above is whats going through the minds of many a student on the brink of graduation, young adults waiting for life's hideous arms to embrace them.

Go hug it. Perceive what you must. Win.


Eash