living with Pain, hoping for Hope

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Without Hope,” (1969) — a masterpiece of Salvador Dali 

It’s an art to live with pain… mix the light into gray. 

                    —  Eddie Vedder

 

So, you see, lately I have been thinking of things around. Of people around. And of feelings and psychosis they have and I have. God, it’s terrible. It’s amazing to know that people have so much of fear from so many of small things, small feelings and small incidents—some from the past, some in the present continuous and yet some probable in the future. So much that they almost forget to live their life, the way they wanted. Such a pity, that such awfully blessed souls live such miserable lives just because they fear living in pain. A pain, which they try to avert, and which yet gives away their soul and life to even more acute pain to devour. Will anyone of you please tell them to rise, face and live their life? The way they wanted to live and the way they always promise themselves to have.


Pain. It’s so abundant in this world and love, its remedy, is so rare. Rarity might be the cause that makes it a rare phenomenon to find around. I have wondered so many times if doctors prescribe it, when they treat patients with mental phenomenon? I doubt that. Some of them are themselves in need of that. They too are mislead into focusing on the objective aspect of life while forgetting desires of subjectivity. The rational or to say the ‘practical aspect’ of their lives, instilled in them by their society, keeps them on guard against harboring any feelings, emotions or to say love for their subjectivity. Pity.

 Music. Its such a blessing to all of us. In the near past I have used it as a shield against nuisance or to say as an instrument to keep me focused on my work. Such a misuse. Thinking of it, now I feel—I want to die. But than again, the same music averts me from any such extremities. Every time I bump into a song or a lyric, it amuses me. I wonder how the fuck did they know I am feeling along the same lines. How do they know that I smoking out her feelings in the smoke of my cigarettes, how do they know that I feel being in Byzantine when I think of her, how do they know that I was guarding myself from her love when she entered into me in thin air, and how the hell do they know that I am wishing her to be my side and yet some other times, how do they know that I am feeling blue and contemplating that its just another day in paradise?

How do they know and how do they feel the way I feel?

I am glad they do feel the way they do. It makes me realize that I am not the only one living among you with pain inside and smile on the lips. I am not the only one waiting for something that I rarely have hopes but keep continue fooling myself of having one. I am glad that I exist against all the odds. I am glad that you are with me, reaching to my heart through the pain that I am trying to express in this chain of words. I create this ladder every second night, so that your hopes to reach me in thin air remain alive. One day, the moment will come. One moment, that will materialize the toils and the hope.

Dream on. Fuck those Without Hopes. Keep the Hope alive and Love will keep us alive




P.S.: “Every morning upon awakening, I experience a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dali.”

“Every morning upon awakening, I experience a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dali.” – See more at: http://www.georgetownframeshoppe.com/the-marquis-de-sade-without-hope-lithograph-from-original-gouache#sthash.Oun7WT5j.dpuf
“Every morning upon awakening, I experience a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dali.” – See more at: http://www.georgetownframeshoppe.com/the-marquis-de-sade-without-hope-lithograph-from-original-gouache#sthash.Oun7WT5j.dpuf
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