The blind chase

This is what I see in the world around me. All our lives we are expected to chase the pinnacle for the best possible view, turning our backs to beauty that surrounds us all the while.

Most people keep going. Hallucinated with what's coming next, they never question this race. They just keep going. Sometimes gasping for oxygen. Sometimes carrying more weight on their shoulders than they would have been comfortable with. Feeling gratitude for not being at the lowest point of the rock. Seeking joy from the sight of co-travellers well beneath them. Cursing themselves for not being as fast as the ones above. Occasionally they look behind and realize that world is after all a wonderful place. Assuming that the sunrise is so breathtaking because this view is from a height.

In this crowd of climbers, I am a lost being. When did I ever get here? I don't aspire to reach the top. I never built the endurance to continue this obligatory race or pursue a meaningless fancy. But I cannot stop as that would be a burden to those who I am tied to. And I can't let go of everything to gaze forever at the creative genius around me; that would be a suicide.

Surely life as I know it will continue to feel like a blind chase. Unless I transcend to newer dimensions and transform my current perspective fundamentally. Well, that's another fancy!

The illusion of purity

Me - this word, rather the image of it, silently enslaves so many of us. Some spend lifetimes trying to build that image, some trying to sustain it. Some live in the illusion of "I can take all the pain but I can never cause pain to someone else" and then get shattered when, unconsciously, they end up hurting someone. I once lived in the illusion of "I always keep my promises." And it took me breaking just a couple of promises to go through a long period of self-hatred. Many people, at some point in their lives, end up feeling extreme dissonance between imagination and reality of the self.
Though isn't life just like flowing water? Along the way it gets maligned or clear, fast or slow, shallow or deep. It adapts to the landscape around it. We too accumulate experiences or abandon beliefs with time - discovering ourselves over and over again. Then how practical is it for us to define ourselves by a few images? Can we hold on to those images and yet move ahead as the world around us changes?

Oblivious

In the land of glitters and sequins
Hidden in a rather dull corner
Here I rest in your embrace
Cozy like a foetus in womb
I'm catching my breath for a moment or two
Far away from the unending race
A long way from the line of fire
And from the sounds that pierce through my soul
Feeling liberated in confinement
In this moment I am oblivious to all the hurt
But also to the meaning of life