Gravity of Reality, Reality of Gravity.

You learn at/with every step. Very cliché indeed. Yet, every so often occurs an event that makes you stop and take notice.

There are times when you feel that you know what you want; times when you think you have a generous heart and a tolerant mind; times when you think you have a selfless soul and a worthy existence. And then there is a thud and you come crashing to the ground. Your flights of fancy terminated abruptly, and you left all bruised and confused. Whatever happened?, you ask. A collision with reality, comes the reply.

You find yourself face-to-face with a person whose life and actions dwarf your ordinary achievements, whose intensity of thoughts sweeps you off your feet, and whose unflinching will to succeed makes you pave way for his grand passage. He patronises you and you idolise him. You take to him as fish takes to water. He redefines success for you and you acquire a fresh perspective. He harnesses a yet undiscovered energy source within you and you use it to shape your destiny. And then one fine day, you experience an epiphany and decide to try and take off from the clutches of mediocrity one last time, hoping to reach out to the stars with a stretch of your hand.

But gravity sucks. Literally. This time, it doesn't crash you to the ground. It raises the ground to meet you mid-air instead.

And then you realize, that you may run, but you cannot hide.

Prisoner Of The Mind

I hate the world of pretentious ostentation. I want to be a child once again. I want to return to innocence. I want to experience the joy of not knowing, of not caring about right or wrong, of being able to cry at will and laugh without any rhyme or reason. I hate wearing make-up each day. I want to feel the wind on my bare skin. I want to feel its chill and curl up in response. I want to feel my heart beat faster and derive warmth from the heat of my own body. I want to sweat it out under the scorching heat of the burning sun and let the sweat evaporate off me ever so slowly. I hate wearing sunglasses. I want to see the world with the naked eye. I want to rejoice in the vibrancy of earth's many colors. I want to see the rainbow form, the sun set on the horizon each day and rise up above the mountains again. I want to forget that mind exists in order to rationalize the world around itself. I want to remember only that I am inherently programmed to act on instinct, to react on impulse.

But alas! I am a prisoner of the mind.