It is upon us as human beings to obey the inscrutable exhortations of our souls; said this little boy Calvin That I believe is the paean to life, there is a work of art each of us is destined to create albeit different in form, it is one to provide us with moments of pure narcotic bliss and a fulfilment of the senses all savoured and imbibed in different ways. Dreams often collapse under the heavy weight of reality. If we only live a small part of our inner life externally, it is then necessary to free ourselves from the entangling chain of reality. Eschew from the general unfair paradoxes of existence and puppet drug of technology or societal conformity, the list goes on and on. Practically anything that promises to rip through the palliatives of the inescapable quotidian. This realisation began to stir in me an aching to break decisively from the daily chase of the evanescent and gain a little perspective over my social wallpaper; discover a platform that invoked expression and artistic bent. It became incumbent of me to give this a try.
I would describe this a potpourri of depersonalized chronicles and anecdotes composed in fits and start. Others being a maelstrom of inner monologues, all accreted precariously, adding up to tell a story. To which the social shibboleths call a blog. The entire process provides a conduit for escape into the nonspace of the mind in order to listen with the eyes and hear with the heart. A clean break which is much needed in order to reconnect again with the invisible chord of communion that binds one to others. If couched a shade poetically; a paracosm where everything is pleasantly empty ,untouched by everything around and happy to be unseen by all, no discomfort nor a cloud so heavy as to burden the mind; cushioned within the utter silence of an unvoiced existence
We all live inside our heads for there is no other place to be. In the sunset of dissolution, a spark of retrospection settles upon the soul as everything is illuminated in the aura of nostalgia. And this provides sporadic moments of contemplation that inform our lives. The flashing clarity of unhurried memories all long gone, while virtuous resolves yet to be materialized wriggling before a magnified gaze. skeleton truths that are revealed in isolation about the simplified version of reality that we tell ourselves in order to cope with the gap between what is and we thought our lives would be; All viewed as if through a microscope. And now when the shades of evening are beginning to close up in upon my life,one is allowed to feel alive amidst the arduous journey of life, thus toning down the unnerving humming of doubts and uncertainty.
This part builds to a life changing climax- not really,just shrilly verbose.(nothing but the best for you my dear loveling).To the faceless reader on the other end of the screen;you look like a friend I haven’t met yet ,step off the edge with me and lets be like Dante and Arisdotle who discovered the secrets of the universe.