The Paradox of Life: An Intake to Life’s Complex Tides

Life has presented us with many inverted and unrelated themes, on a platter of paradox for us to consider as a norm. Most of us choose to go through those moments and accept it usually without much debate or thought, apart from grief; as grief has a tendency to march through to our core and disrupts our beings into pure chaos, sometimes to balance and on most other occasions to utter destruction. 

Yesterday, I read and commented on a few posts which has left me pondering on life’s paradoxical themes that we subjectively tend to give in to. Here are some thematic versions from our daily encounters. A collective thought and rendition from all the pieces I commented on.

We are constantly looking for the opposite, trying to achieve the non-existent distant dream of the contrary to our state. The question that seems to stand out and remains unanswered is why?. 

I, genuinely believe that most of us, who are currently living in this century are all connected by one single thing; which is that we are ANGRY. We seem to live and go by through our lives angry and hurt. It is a matter of perspective, how a person chooses to objectify their life and adopt a persona is subconsciously favored towards the angry side. Taking a happy moment; living it till it turns to a sad one, always anticipating the bad, the sad, the tragic and the devastating almost certain end of despair. Those moments that might never come, can pave our paths to a certain doom without us being aware of it. Often, to aggravate our share we tend to fake our smiles, our anger or our happiness and content towards something just to have what seems and portrays as a normal life. Is it because we care too much of others think? is it pretense? is it pride? is it greed? or is it us, playing the part of the oblivion? because we are being cast for playing the supporting roles in our own lives – as quoted from an old movie. Be it whatever, a person should be the lead in their own life.

On simple terms, for us to understand happiness, we need to experience sadness, to live freely we demand to know what’s like to be constrained. Anger is countered by forgiveness and so on; but does it mean that we need to nullify our lives? single-handed give in to certain state and forget about it. Life has to have the luxury of living through both extremes, be happy, angry, sad, forgiving, patient, hasty, passive and active. 

The most feeling and state we choose to give in to, is grief. It has a certain nostalgia to it, which makes it easier for us to dive in, live in and let it somehow wreck our state of mind to it’s limitless endless meaningless details. Although, I believe that it has a way to awaken us to rediscover hidden entities within our personalities; it should never be an infinite reality. To give in to grief, is to victimize oneself’s reality and live through the denial of leading a sad and apathetic reality. The other side of the coin, tend to portray the happy person as a stupid, ill-experienced idiot who is simply a fool, just because he or she has chosen to enjoy one of life’s rarities. Be angry, set a standard, detach, remain, love and let go .. they are all simply unconscious orders given to us by our silent, judgmental societies even in the most liberated civilized societies this is a given fact. If only we can live our lives truly like how we imagine certain book characters to, when we read a classic for the first time, with sense of acceptance, a tinge of urgency, and a profound sense of positive endeavor even if it is a sad story; as we tend to reshape its lines a million times in our heads. Think of how it would feel like to lead a life while being in control. I ask you; how would it feel? 

Love and let go, walk away, disappear, be sad, go deep yet be shallow for a moment in time; embrace the paradox life has to offer but always remain in control and don’t get lost in a state of dullness where you can only display your being a tragic adaptation of war or a certain battlefield between two long known enemies. I guess what I am asking for here is simple to live ant let live; and currently this is too much and too rude to ask for. Purchase a soul searching ticket and walk on… believe me you will be positively surprised. 

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The Emptiness of Nothing

This my poem which I have written a while ago.

NAS WITH NOTEPADS

by Rayan Goda
I have a heart that leaps for words..
Be it spoken,written or sung.. I am all ears.
My mind is cluttered with much but to my dismay it all comes to my delay
Hopeful as I am, I jump, I leap and I skip to each thought of you; my thee, my lost but unforgotten.
My recollections of what to come has proved to be the hindering effect..
The wall that stood between us..
As a shield, holding us, fighting our dreams and killing our rare and scarce sanities.
Our realisms’ are objectified, emulsified into pure fantasies as we wonder…
Where are we? What are we? And what are to speak?…
Our hearts or our minds
Perhaps a refined, touched up merger of both…
Our mere recollections of nothing!!
Or shall we seal the alternative, and choose to be serene, among the silent to convene, the deaf…

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the tyranny of the dull mind

Tales of Passing Time

“When she spoke, it was as if someone had filed the burrs off her consonants and fluffed out her vowels. She spoke simply, but with intensity. “The natural enemy of the daughters is not the fathers and the sons,” she announced. “I was mistaken. The enemy of women is not men. No, and the enemy of the black is not the white. The enemy of capitalist is not communist, the enemy of homosexual is not heterosexual, the enemy of Jew is not Arab, the enemy of youth is not the old, the enemy of hip is not redneck, the enemy of Chicano is not gringo and the enemy of women is not men. We all have the same enemy. The enemy is the tyranny of the dull mind.”

— Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

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20 Things to Know About Grief

Uniting Caregivers

lifegoesonI suppose everyone has felt like their life has come to an abrupt stopped at some point in their journey. It’s part of the grieving process. In my article Life Must Go On, I recalled three common, everyday events which after the accident became tough to do. I felt awkward and strange, even around family and friends. Despite my shattered life, I could see that life was going on. It seemed odd that most people were unaware of my grief and pain. I knew I had to move forward regardless of my sorrow and the best reason to do so was for my children.

Can anyone prepare for grief? I don’t know, but I sure wasn’t prepared for it. What I do know is that it will come in all of our lives and sometimes when we least expect it. I found this list of things to know about grief…

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Registration is open! Blogging 101, Blogging 201, and Writing 201: Poetry

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Note: Blogging 101 and Blogging 201 are the same courses previously offered by Blogging U. Feel free to take them again, but be aware that we will cover the same topics.

Blogging U. courses are a great way to work toward your blogging goals, bolstered by our best advice and the support of other bloggers just like you. This February, we’re offering three courses:

Blogging 101: Zero to Hero (February 2 – 27)

Blogging 101 is four weeks of bite-size blogging assignments to help you publish posts, customize your blog, and engage with the community. You’ll walk away with published posts and a handful of drafts, a theme that reflects your personality, a small (but growing!) audience, a grasp of blogging etiquette — and a bunch of new friends.

Blogging 201: Branding and Growth (February 2 – 13)

Blogging 201 is a two-week challenge to give your blog a serious kick start. We’ll help you define your brand, build your audience, use…

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The Tale of Tides and The Less Fortunate

I don’t know whats up with me …
I am not able to even think straight ..
Should I let my feelings drift my mind astray …
Should I even be too classified , too open or too dified ??
Shifted by the currents as the waves carry me from shore to shore …
Killing through the bore
Yet stinging me with thorns carried along the high tide …
It stings , it hurts , it bleeds ….

I wait and I pray for my suffering dont lay me in a grave
In the land where only the foolish were the dames, dukes of mortuary…
Where saddness colours the skies and rain plays symphonies of rhyme
Still I sit and lay down my flowers in tribute
To those lost among the stories of time …

Shutting down my mind in pure fatigue
From thinking , feeling and remembering ..
Every glimpse, every moment and every glare ..
That has struck me among the unfortunate to bare….
For I am indeed the less fortunate ..
For all is fair they say in love and war …
But is such fairness is what we acclaim?!! …
My only wish is to rest and forget by the world forgot ,
For so Alex the Pope has once told the story of Eloisa and Abelard and said:

” Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned;
Labour and rest that equal periods keep
Obdient slumbers that can wake and weep!”

So I’ll weep and …
I’ll keep my solitude heavy , when my soul strives
In the shrines ever closed among the dead at heart , at time …
Till the day comes and the story is set to be told by the less advantaged …
The less acclaimed to the simplest rights;
Of love and passion mixture of poison and wine
Later in time – when the future sings its lullabies
To the less joyed , to keep them less or more alive !!!!