Tag: #PHILOSOPHY
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Why I Am A Pessimist
I’m an out-and-out pessimist. I used to be an optimist back in the day, but as life gradually unfolded its diverse, complex layers, optimism began to fade away from the boundary of my consciousness. In the back of my subconscious mind, images of life as a wholly beautiful and ethereal experience started getting blurred as…
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Your Mind Is A Garbage Box
You call yourself a civilized society, but you still spit on the walls and throw bottles on the street. You still pee on street walls, even if it’s instructed against that particular action. Furthermore, you pray and worship god, but some of you still don’t possess basic humane qualities. You can go down to any…
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Inevitable Pain And A Blurred Vicinity
Pain is inevitable for a writer. Sometimes, it’s too ineffable to put it into words, but it is what it is. Were it not for the pain, I wouldn’t have been a writer. Pain ignites in me a plethora of scintillating, blistering emotions, enough to set the typewriter on fire, with my fingers moving faster…
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Floating In The Fabric of Emptiness
Detached from the illusory reality, I was floating like a jellyfish in the fabric of spacetime in the middle of nowhere. What I see before my eyes is a dark, empty reality, standing still in front of me, distant and cold, with lights oozing out of their existence. Everything hovering there is like a pandora…
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Dance of Death
Death can be both scary and peaceful, depending upon the person who is going to achieve it. Scary will it seem, when you are least expecting it; peaceful will it feel when you are exhausted with the intricacies and loathsomeness of life. One moment you are here, watching TV; the next moment an earthquake hits…
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THE WRITER INSIDE ME (NOW VANISHED):
Through those deep corners of my suppressed and concealed vocabulary, I tried to walk for the one last time, reconciling myself that this would be the last time I would be hanging around in my world of words. But as I started revisiting those labyrinths of unused and misspelled words, a sense of nostalgia hit…
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THROUGH YOUR EYES, TO THE ALTERNATE REALITY
I’m at the beach. I see faces filled with ecstasy and joy of watching in front of their eyes such a large body of water whose horizon even their eyes cannot fathom. Eyes. How mysterious they are, aren’t they? How two pair of spherical natural lenses attract so much of what lay in front of…
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BUDDHISM AND LEAVING THE IDEA OF A GOD
“There is the stream of thought, one thought following after another in succession, each thought coming into existence and becoming non-existent at the same moment, that’s all; there is no thinker of thought, no soul. There is no god. It’s all a delusion. We shall only be ourselves when this delusion has vanished.” – Siddhartha…
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NOCTURNAL HALLUCINATIONS
Impermeable walls, dark walls, red walls, suffocating walls, walls with hidden ears, walls with scary eyes; invisible walls, penetrable walls, walls with transparent bodies, walls with invisible physique are what I see every night in my nocturnal hallucinations. Weary eyes, shady eyes, reddish eyes, eyes with sadness drenched within them, eyes with hollowness; smiley eyes,…
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