WRITING OUR STORIES:
This wall resonated with me. It tells a million stories. Even if there were a handful of pictures up there, each person involved had a million stories to them. Humans are so intricate, it becomes hard to predict them even.
Each one of us struggles to leave a story behind. Something we achieved, something we made, something unique or different. Something good perhaps. With billions of us struggling with that, only some of us are able to do something (according to our own definitions) whereas the rest of us may feel we haven’t achieved anything. This may be more of a #millennial problem but it is human nature too. Everyone wants to keep their name and memory alive. It gives us meaning. But when we strive so hard for this, we often don’t know what it is that we have to do which would be so different. Perhaps luck is involved for those who make something of their own, who write a book, and the list goes on. But that doesn’t mean the rest of us didn’t have worthy lives or won’t leave our names behind. The relationships we develop, the memories we create, the laughs we spread - I think they all count. Because if everyone of us simply focused on the bigger things, who would look after the everyday, the peaceful, the little? .
Perhaps it is okay to just slow down and be normal. To not worry so much about leaving our name behind. For those who have to remember us can keep it alive. And if we don’t have those who would remember us, maybe that’s not good story writing either. What do you think?
Had just made my cold coffee and had this thought. Although it's kind of funny but true as well. Coffee is a very important input for me to do my work well and you are probably the most important input in my life that I need so desperately to do all that I want in my life.
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is it not alien to be human ? isn't it ?
take a look around, switch on the TV, read the newspaper ( on your phone ? lol ? )
I don't know. I mean just look around you, how many humans do you see ?
or is it a Christian ? a Hindu or a Muslim ?
a black man, a white man, a brown man or purple ?
man, woman, the others ?
does it matter ?
does it matter how we lable ourselves and how others do the same, for us and themselves as well.
Americans, Indians, Koreans, Russians, Martians.. when does it end ?
why have we coloured the lands
and made boundaries in the sky ?
gave names where we should have given more meaning,
when was the last time you
saw somebody that naked ?
without any tattoos or shred
of a patterned garment,
wrapped around them like
a cloak of honour and
why are we proud of belonging - to a tiny part of
our world, of some history
most of us were never part of,
while still living with the
consequences laid by that
society, even when it is wrong ?
why is it that when it comes
to face our demons,
and to save the world,
it's always the brother rather
than the good man ?
I'm just tired of the games.
did you score ? @writeweird
Something long & bitter-sweet:
Social media is funny in a way.
We look at a bunch of stuff, digesting large pointless amounts information everyday.
Maybe we'll rarely feel the need to post something ourselves.
But it's funny that so many people feel the need to do this so regularly in the first place.
Places like twitter confuse me, Why do people care what others thoughts are so regularly?
Why do people I've known post what they're thinking every few hours?
Why not be living your life instead of posting random memes and statuses.
This page itself is no excuse,
What's with the art?
Why the random mix of commentary/poems/philosophical opinions?
Why do I put any serious thought into what i'll be putting online?
The internet is an endless ocean of random nothings.
People seem to have thought it's empowered their voices independently somehow. But I feel the opposite.
Unless you have numbers- you're reach is nothing.
What an individual does/thinks is even more pointless than ever now.
It's interesting that the most powerful thing about the internet, is that we can use it for information and growth.
But it's decayed to some echoing thought chamber of current opinions and fame obsessions.
(And here I sit contributing) but why?
I think we all know we're voiceless. People are drowning online.
You can make posts and hope someone cares for your opinion. (You can buy Ads and hope to have more reach)
But we're trying to feel like anything about us matters, and that can be our secret here.
Places with large followings have a voice- that's just a fact we know.
We also silently know that our voice is 0 when compared with any legitimate brand of content creation though.
(But still. it won't stop people from trying again and again to feel heard.)
And that's where the dimmer truth sits...
Here's a picture I took months ago, it has nothing to do with the ridiculous amount of words here. And it's just another (of many) attempts to not drown online. I can find peace knowing that for sure... Cheers everyone. 🥂