Black Swans


Life is a joke if you have a sense of humour. Life has its own ways and none of us know any of those ways. The world is a world and nothing else but we make so much of it. Birds sing the same song every day but we tire of routine. I have nothing to prove that I exist. If you see me, probably, I am. And if I see you, probably, you are. But does existence mean this? The distance between the cup and the lip can be bridged only by trust. When you are low in confidence, it doesn’t mean you are out. You are still in but you need to try more.

Sometimes a mere word can do the trick. Sometimes nothing works even if you break your head. Someone’s god died young. Someone’s god doesn’t exist. For me, there is only one truth. And the truth runs after the Perfect Man like a little lamb. The song of Solomon is inspiring but if we don’t write our own song then there’s no use of listening to the sound of nature. Even Christ at times looks lost. Hasn’t mankind committed enough sins?

A marathoner doesn’t rely on his legs while running. His mind makes him run. If your mind says no then nothing can change that no and if it says yes then nothing can change that yes. Darkness gives birth to light but beware of the dark that snuffs out light. I reflect only when my reflection conveys the opposite of what I am thinking. Nobody has the power to humiliate you. Your consent is necessary. When the crows caw, it doesn’t always mean they are fighting.

When I sleep, I know either nightmares will haunt me or dreams will visit me. One day we all will die. Until then, we can either choose to be enemies or friends. There’s another world awaiting us on the other side but we aren’t yet ready for this world. Challenges are many; we have to decide to face them or duck them. Black swans are no longer the odd ones out.  

-          NZ

6.10.2019

BN: 149

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