Sometimes We End Up Explaining Too Much Of Ourselves, Our Actions And Behavioural Pattern. It Is Natural.

Sometimes we end up explaining too much of ourselves, our actions and behavioural pattern. It is natural. It is a humanly instinct to want to be perceived right. But in the meantime, we forget that the world doesn't look at us like it is the judge. A judge who will responsibly consider the facts and deliver the judgement with righteousness. Instead, the world is a prosecutor, the opposite side, which shall, to the best of it's ability put forward all the arguments that prove us wrong.

This is where the concept of 'mysterious air' kicks in. We eventually stop explaining as we realize the nature of the world. It becomes important to not let the self proclaimed judge namely world to pass the judgement. Mystery-no more remains a fashion, but a necessity.

Suffering in silence is not bravery, nor it is an act of self sufficiency. There is something fulfilling about being vocal about what goes on in our hearts, good or bad. Certain presence often drives us to the realisation that suffering in silence is not worth it.

I wonder how different people will perceive me if they saw me through my eyes. Would it make more sense to be by my side? Or they would not have enough potential to sort me out like I have done? Will I be more transparent to them? Will they like me more than before? Or less than anytime? Will they see my dagger and sword, or my flowers and books? Will they hold on to, the sadistic me, or the poetic me?

Do not create a bridge between two cliffs, and break it later on, so no one can cross it. Someone might be stuck in the middle of it, with no chance to save their life.

At some instances, the world just stops for us. We are frozen. Either from excessive glee or from mind numbing pain. But it does.

Well, there is the point. We may be frozen for some instances but the earth still turns, and moments still walk past us like unbothered passersby.

Like oh Earth! Just stop with me. Let us together make this moment eternal. Let us be stilled for a few moments, look at each other, share the happy or sad, and then restart like nothing ever happened. Like a friend. Not the way you do. The passerby ways.

Appreciative words can be so shallow when they describe about our appearances or intelligences. But god help me! The appeal held by the simple words when someone expresses they are glad you exist. Or when they call you kind. Or when they seek support in you. Or they calling you in times of needs. The explicit explanation of your character over your looks often hits home. In a good way.