You say
Stoicism is bliss when in yourself....but disconcertingly upsetting when in others... Its like speaking to a stone....that point you reach when there is no way forward....no adjustment... you know just the right solution...but also the pointlessness in suggesting it!! those are times when the opacity of the human soul makes you wonder...a fellow being...and yet so unlike...so indiscernible!!! so unobliging!! unfeeling! you are at your wits end....the tremendousness of the calamity and the conflicting indifference....the frustration and the inability to vent it out...and of course, the inconsequentiality of your agony.
but I say -
if only you could see the other side of the deal...
if only you knew the joy therein!
the joy in not knowin...
not understanding...
n not even bothering!
or in forgetting...
forgoing...
even if not forgiving...
the convenience of it all...
the wisdom it entails...
the immense cocoon....
the world is all blossoms!!
5 comments:
Paint has always had 'pain' in it. It's beautiful that way.
Write columns in some women's mag.Serious. you speak the tongue that seldom speaks.
@ketamine: the 2nd part of the comment reminds me of parseltongue... for reasons unknown..
@ ketamine : thenk u! thenk u! am flattered! :)
@ debo : parseltongue???!!!wats that?
snake language Miss.Linguist! :)
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