As I squirmed in the shit pool of my emotellect, a funny thought struck my mind.
I thought I personify ‘The Second Coming’ by Yeats.
I am that ‘best’ who is lacking conviction and the confident jackass I am staring at, is the ‘worst’.
I know too much, the jackass knows nothing.
We are pitiful species, really we are.
We know too much about life, happiness and sadness.
We think too much of ourselves and we assume too much of others.
When we think we know what to do, we embark on a journey.
And whether we like it or not, we drag others in it too.
We do everything to be loved, wanted, desired.
We do everything that’s needed to keep us alive for this stupid mission.
Unfortunately all three things are processes and we lose our focus in processes.
We forget what we started out doing.
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Our struggle to take flight is severely hampered because we are tied to the ground.
All the enlightening things about life, all the spirituality can only be understood if there is food in the stomach and money in the bank.
So much for rising above!
So much for knowing what to do with life!
Like the myth of sisyphus, we keep pushing the boulder of our material and spiritual needs up the hill.
It keeps coming down.
The way we open our mouth each and every single time we want to talk; the same way we must perform the mundane rituals if we want to go beyond it.
So much for being the ‘best’ and being the ‘worst’.
We embody both.
We live with both.
Inside us, they both fight… tearing us apart.
