Sometimes I wonder at human life. I'm sometimes amazed how content and happy people generally seem in their little lives that might not even give them a sense of fulfillment at the end of the day. Or maybe it does, in it's own way. People get married, have babies, raise their babies, get involved-almost trapped, in the subsequent stages of their life. They seem to cope and get along rather well. Can't deny makes me bit envious. But not the bad envious. In farsi- man qebteh mikhoram-which means that I don't mind the fact that someone has something. Just that I would wish for something like that, as well. But then again, would I prefer a 'happy' kinda aimless shallow life (traded in for all the compromises that I've had to make), with a frequent smile on my face and happy children running around me, drowning the thought in me that I could have had a better life? Or would I prefer a more meaningul, intelligent, yet empty life. I'm told that the chances of having the positive aspects of both these proposed lives is quite slim. So i'll have to go for either. But the thing is- I don't want any. That would probably have me live in a...limbo, if that even makes sense.
What I feel is pity for the human race in general, apparently. Like my brother, who was enlightening me about myself the other day said,
"You're the same person you used to be even before you left for Iran. You don't have the attribute of kindness in you. You have to create it. You aren't kind. You have to BE kind. And that too in a very partonizing way. You feel something like.. 'Haan yeh bechara hai, isse kuch de do. Haan yeh bechare ko kuch pata nahi hai. Ignorant hai. Ise thoda kuch bata do.' You feel superior to everybody. And you live in an unreal parallel world. You think when you meet the right guy for you, you'll hear guitars and violens playing in the air with bubbles sprinkled everywhere."
Can't deny, a sibling knows you the best.
Don't know it's just this time of the night after 'Isha prayers when I'm alone in my room that makes me have revalatory thoughts on life.
What I feel is pity for the human race in general, apparently. Like my brother, who was enlightening me about myself the other day said,
"You're the same person you used to be even before you left for Iran. You don't have the attribute of kindness in you. You have to create it. You aren't kind. You have to BE kind. And that too in a very partonizing way. You feel something like.. 'Haan yeh bechara hai, isse kuch de do. Haan yeh bechare ko kuch pata nahi hai. Ignorant hai. Ise thoda kuch bata do.' You feel superior to everybody. And you live in an unreal parallel world. You think when you meet the right guy for you, you'll hear guitars and violens playing in the air with bubbles sprinkled everywhere."
Can't deny, a sibling knows you the best.
Don't know it's just this time of the night after 'Isha prayers when I'm alone in my room that makes me have revalatory thoughts on life.
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