Just Another Day

      So there passes just another adventitious day without any surprises and there wasn't any adventure in store for me. Though I did not expect it in the slightest possibility but there is always a hinge in my back which whispers there can be lots of goodies awaiting. We often receive goosebumps in the most unnatural of the circumstances that we start contemplating that such a affirmative situation if ever aroused, could it procure such element of astonishment? The solution is not always how one supposes to be but there in the infinite memories sprinting in the head at the speed of a sky rocket engine, hope seems to be affectionate often. It is this hope which keeps one alive. Prodding through various stages in life, one stumbles on the roller coaster ride so frequent that he/she gets baffles as to how vast the whole dimension of dreams are. We keep sinking into the fascinating fake world and it seems very tempting to have a experience and feel of it. When one wakes up from his daily night dreams the very first thought after being awake is to wish to live that dream. It is artificial but yet it oozes reality that one tries to surpass. Are we conceited enough or is it just a spark which keeps one on the active run to well being. The dubious doubts one produces are many and the certainties one tries to amalgamate is hardly scanty. Where is the road to correct righteousness and leading a healthy selfish life style? Maybe, there is no such thing as perfectionism after all! Where there is a will there is a way, encounters one at day-to-day life whenever faced with complexity but these are just assurances one tries to console his own heart. It is perhaps in a way misleading for the mind for he knows the soul is being tricked into something which has only temporary relief. Attaining the right medium of living is not only difficult but speaking consolingly a road to following a no man's land. When the mode to freedom is so obvious, why is then we get tempted to perform actions which knowingly produce immense doom and decree of slow annihilation.
      Inspirations is such a strange palpitation that it brings a vibe of adrenaline rush in oneself. The world springs alive as if a moth just blossomed out of its protective shell. It brings along, hallucinations of failure as the road seems so intimidating and unnatural. It makes one realize the drawbacks and the helpless qualities which one possess, though we choose to be ignorant out of sheer pride and superiority to contrasts. Admit it, it is a factual that you would not believe what you do not want to. If ever drained with something anew, either you choose to turn off with a blind's eye or rather choose to emulate your personality that shifts the ball on your court. The flow when gets disturbed or seems awry screams to run away. Why is that when faced a change, people try to hide in the closet with blankets and mufflers as an added extra cover? The whole prospect of declining to accept the truth is quite absurd. The more we try to sway away, the chicken always comes back to roost. The marbles seems finite and later infinite dropping to the ground with lots of colour to blind the eye. They increase in magnitude and so does their velocity. Till a point comes that the whole world seems to be a white canvas of nothingness and there seems only you surrounded by these innocent yet aggressive marbles. Initially it cries for confusion, dilemma and frustration. But if you try to relax your mind these marbles are nothing but negativity which is exhaling out of your system. The body accepts the fact that the air is sudden cool and warm breeze makes you close your pupils only to live the moment. The raining of marbles all this while continues with an air of luminous tranquility and the world slowly turn back to life. The background starts appearing completely quite grey. I try to avoid whatever conflicts I can avoid whenever getting the faintest idea. I need no support for I have survived myself all alone. I do not want to live by rules or dictations which can make me weak on my knees and unable to be myself. I do not expect anything from anyone, for that is not in my nature; all I hope is I become a good soul with minimum negativism emitted to my acquaintances and the likes. I do feel left out often and my only dilemma is to why do people do not process the positivism one tries to inculcate in others. I am not egoistic but I do not come with any measurements or baggage. I have survived over the years with enough trials that I no longer get affected by any new balmy. I do not want to be filled in any vacuum, I just want to break free. I do not come associated with any reservations for any person for I hold no disregard for anyone. The feeling of being original is sometimes so abstract that I feel so intrigued by the very thought of it. One can only become original when he or she is full aware of the already existing acts taken place. In a way it is whirling the fakeness as one tries to be anti-opposite to being original. There is no such word called being real. Life incandescently blows the dimension of reality by making it surreal. I have experienced it and I feel there is no finite end to this aspect. I wish to sprint away sometimes for I do not know how many souls are there who hold the understanding of being a one man army and beholding the past not as a grudge but as a part of his or her everyday life. There is no allusiveness behind it but there is a sense of derailment lagging behind it. There prevails this hunger in one to be different and ghastly weird, but rest assured it is no sign for being hiding into an oblivion.
     There is always a spark of honour one has to abide to. Sometimes I do get caught up in the heat of the moment and momentarily tend to forget it. It is this music of thought that persists even when the night has become old enough to forget. I wish to be infinite, a vibe of strong incessant hope that can be provided as a lifeline to those who are in despair. I have lived enough to cease the righteousness path to success and being a worthy gentleman in life. I feel immense pride in judging the scintillating luminosity. The lustre is always temporary however with a peace of self awareness the brightness can be re-polished time and again. There is no word as impossible as the it hides the golden words of I and am. It does not drip selfishness or vice but in fact the belief in trusting oneself. For one thing that is of utmost importance is certitude!