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who are they?

it’s been a long time… i’m sorry. (actually i’m not, blurting out apologies is a habit many of us have adopted out of insecurity, and we have become oblivious to it. we can only stop that by pausing for just a moment in the middle of our busy day, to become aware of the little traits our character picks up along the way.) anyway, the purpose of this blog is to question who and what we refer to as ‘they’.

you’ve obviously heard someone say, “don’t do that because they say…” or “they say we have to…” guilty? it’s funny because it’s something we do almost subconsciously. you’ve got to start questioning everything you’re quick to believe. unless, you’re content marching alongside those headed towards a dead end.

i wrote a poem; it was for ms. Devindree Pillay but i will gladly share it right after i tell you what inspired me. short story: during a friendly discussion about university, i blurted out something ‘they say’. immediately, she stopped me to ask, who are they? i was surprised, until i realized… i don’t know who they are. she said i should write about it; so here goes:

“who are they
these people
you hear things from
you read about

who are they
the ones you talk about
they tell you this and that
but always seem to sell you short

who are they
to steal your dreams
to speak of things
they are not experienced in

who are they
to plague your thoughts
with distorted memories
and superstitions

ask yourself
who are they
to forge your beliefs
into their opinion

who are they
and why should you
believe anything
they tell you”

think about it, question everything. and if you happen to find out who they are, tell them they’re not you. “Th-Th-The, Th-Th-The, Th-Th… That’s all, folks!”

 

a maddening paradox

hi there, reader, if i may call you. i am gleaming with joy (the kind you earn after years of sorrow) because i won GOLD place for the first time in a poetry contest on an online platform. of course i’m going to share it with you:

“the wise warn the weary
of the menacing wolf
underneath sheep skin
yet only the foolish may know
to be wary of the wool
tucked beneath wolves skin
for the unpredictable
is often more threatening

as millenials wander in wonder
wondering whether one should
be wandering in this era
like hippies trapped
in the wrong generation

the questions we’re afraid to ask
hide the answers we keep searching for
nothing makes sense
this those who actually think know
for there are no wise nor foolish
it is all a maddening paradox”

– a maddening paradox by ekta somera ©

i was about to sleep, when i was hit by a little thought, and suddenly an epiphany crashed through me, a whiplash of emotion lead to perpetual ideas. i didn’t know it right then, but that was the last time my life would be the the same – ordinary circumstances – i kept living.

“Th-Th-The, Th-Th-The, Th-Th… That’s all, folks!”

dreamer without dreams

our dreams are merely a projection of the limitations that were placed on our past self.

once in a while, something amazing happens and it forces us to think it was written in the stars or somewhat ‘meant to be’. we do this because we refuse to believe that we deserve more than we can imagine. 

everything falls into place, that’s how it’s suppose to be. it does not require a miracle. when we expect miracles, we reject our own power to create. you are the miracle. if we can easily commit to an entity we aren’t entirely sure exists, why do we struggle to have a little faith in ourselves?

“Put your dreams to sleep for some time because dreams come from past experience of life. Our future should have nothing to do with our past, otherwise we will just recycle the past and think it is the future.” — sadhguru

isn’t there something inexplicably wonderful about uncertainty? you don’t have to be an adrenaline junkie to feel that way. many are afraid of the unknown. but, fear is a self-inflicted restriction. it is the unnecessary comma after a sentence, forcing it to slow down before the full stop. fear makes people do terrible things.

i know life is full of wants we mould into needs, but getting what you want comes with a dissapointing realization that it doesn’t make you happy. why do we appreciate something more, the moment we lose it? think about it.

you deserve a life better than you can imagine, better than your dreams. THAT is what you are capable of. if you’re living a dream, aren’t you asleep? 

“Th-Th-The, Th-Th-The, Th-Th… That’s all, folks!”

 

hopelessly hopeful

they say it gets better, but i’ve been staring at this mirror for years now and the reflection is always the same. it has eyes gleaming with hope, begging for a little less pain. so my question is, when?

oh! hey, i didn’t see you there. hold on, let me paint on a smile real quick. that’s completely normal right? when our chest feels empty but there’s an inexplicable weight in the same place; when we don’t feel like talking but we have to, painting that smile is almost a reflex.

i had a bad day, it’s not hard to tell. i mean, if you look a little closer, you could read all of the secrets written in my eyes. that felt cliché, almost romantic, one would think i actually love myself. i try to. mostly because, well here’s a little prose:

“you love yourself and i will love myself, this is the only way we could love each other.”

yep, i wrote that. it’s true, you know. we can swallow everything we read but the truth is much harder to digest.

my heart is a burden today, it usually beats to keep me alive, but now it carries a sorrow my little hands cannot hold. every beat echoes throughout my body, an excruciatingly painful reminder that the dark is getting closer and the night may not end.

but i believe in rainbows, not the ones i watch fall from the clouds. i mean the ray of hope glazed around the halo next to the horns growing above my head. 

if you’re reading this, i hope you find the strength to let go of the burden your heart holds. remember, the day must get darker for the sun to rise again.

when the hope you’re dependent on begins to sail with the paper boat, taking your love away, in a flood of emotion. watch it disappear into the horizon as the sun revolts into the day and newfound hope makes it’s way, with a love that wants to stay.

i feel a lot better, thank you for reading this agonizing piece of my lost puzzle. “Th-Th-The, Th-Th-The, Th-Th… That’s all, folks!”

a thought i think makes sense

by merely looking at a person, you can never tell what they’re thinking until your eyes sync and slowly but then all of a sudden you’re carrying the weight of their world. that is because we are not who we think we are.

we are empaths, lovers, healers and everything that could never fit into a thought. we can think, but we still won’t know because we feel to understand the unknown.