We all adjust. Adjust to things that are around us, externally and internally. However, adjusting is just the part of the process. We adjust and then we perceive. If we do not like what we see, then we adjust again, shut off things from our mind that ruins the image.
Our brain is a digital camera. Always focusing and refocusing. Some of us are not good cameras,while some of us are mind blowing sharp. Nevertheless, we take the same pictures. One blurry from the other, but it is the same view. Now our perception is THAT picture taken. If we see blurry we toss it out, never trying to see beyond the blurriness. I believe if you look at something blurry for quite a long time you will see the picture. You will see the BIG picture.
Ok. Now stare at my life. Give it time. Be patient and you will see what I have seen.
Being Human
Friday, May 27, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Return to the Other Side
I do not know what has made me start writing again. Maybe, the essence of home, the cloudy, humid Kolkata weather, and the distant past in this city makes me a different person.
It is time again, to survive. On this side of the world things happen differently, and I am different too. Why is that? A question I could never answer.
I am not a writer nor a poet. I am just plain human with varied emotions.
I miss him. Not for him, but for myself. I miss the "me" around him. This summer is going to be long, and our moments will be lost, and shall never happen again.He will move on or find a new interest to keep him busy. He is Human, he is needy. However, all that I feel for him would not be lost.
I am Human. I do love.
It is time again, to survive. On this side of the world things happen differently, and I am different too. Why is that? A question I could never answer.
I am not a writer nor a poet. I am just plain human with varied emotions.
I miss him. Not for him, but for myself. I miss the "me" around him. This summer is going to be long, and our moments will be lost, and shall never happen again.He will move on or find a new interest to keep him busy. He is Human, he is needy. However, all that I feel for him would not be lost.
I am Human. I do love.
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