It Intrigues Me A Whole Lot, How Peaceful The Sky Is Even When There Is So Much Chaos, And Pain, And

It intrigues me a whole lot, how peaceful the sky is even when there is so much chaos, and pain, and death below. It is strange as well as assuring. The gentle blue peace of sky is sure to remain unaffected no matter what conspires below. Often, it makes me believe that while my life may have storms and hurricanes, the horrendous nights will always be followed by bright, orange red mornings. That while I may not have anything to be happy about, I'd still be glad for the new day.

I have a personal society within me. A part of me wants to break free and give no damn to what I think of myself. A part of me is too judgemental. A part of me wants to succumb to what the world has devised for me. A part of me wants to play the devil and feel like a hero. A part wants to know nothing and just rest like a wild bore hibernating.

Though, all these parts, have to follow a course of life, the one I create for them, restricted between norms, but still liberating enough for myself. I'd progress anyways, even though some parts may not like the progression. I'd kiss all inhibitions bye, even when some parts beg not to.

-My inner society.

Staring at the painting,

and being stared by my reflection on it,

as we both shift on our legs, musing.

I wonder if my reflection is jealous of me being in the real world,

Or I am jealous of her being in the not-so-real world.

I wish for the barrier of canvas between us to disappear so we can talk about this matter at hand.

Let's not blame the conflicts of heart and brain in every situation. They know they are one and belong to each other. No decision reaches the brain to contemplate before the heart already approves of it. They have this deal signed, with no apprehensions and doubts. So if our brain decides something that later proves wrong, let's not say we didn't hear of our heart. We did. If not us, then the brain did. And the heart and brain both had made it a goal, to lead you and me to the doom, while they laugh viciously at the background. Thus, it is not heart Vs brain. It is 'heart and brain' Vs 'me and you'.

People do not care for people. People care for what comes with them. This is a harsh reality that people often deny to accept. While aspiring to become the epitome of selflessness, we forget being selfish is what brought us here as a race. So, let's not pretend being decent and oh-so-kind humans, when all we want is the most of everything.

There were starry night, beautiful evenings, warm sun, and red hued mornings, even before I began perceiving them. They didn't need my recognition to exist and be themselves. I only acknowledged them when I had enough brains to.

We don't need others to recognise us. Let's just be there, exist, be our best beautiful self. And the best ones will acknowledge it as soon as they find their senses.