Moving

Would we finally understand the depth in the weaknesses of being lured by things that are constantly moving, that are  never meant to stay,that fly away the moment we get closer ,and yet give us just one constant memory and a picturesque moment of its presence ?  Ironically, we find it beautiful to have the sky paint beautiful colours only for a while and yet never set the people who paint our lives with beautiful feelings for a brief while, free.  Always begging them to stay and  never leave. Always being a slave to their presence, that once was, and never will be.

Prey in an infinite space ?

Enclosed in a cage. It is almost like role play , with you being offered the role of a prey . That cage, disempowered you, didn’t it? Moving within finite space. Yet the bars of the cage did not let the infinite beasts to get their hands pass through the cage, to get to you. A sense of security in a tiny boxed parallel world. Have you ever felt short of space and failed to figure out what that cage is? And just when you are free, left like a bird into the dense forests. You realize you were less of a prey in that cage than in this big world of infinite space.With intense fear, and rapid flapping of wings you go back to the old cage, and settle down, to only find that there is no one to lock it from the outside. And as much as you are in control of yourself , you have no control over what ties you down and what sets you free. You have no control outside the cage. And in the end your vulnerability in a finite space will not be as bad as the uncontrollable things in the infinite space. Are we really that brave to walk around as preys in an infinite world? Some of us, some of U are beasts. But then there are some who are waiting in cages waiting to be locked again.

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” Building walls “

Last night , in the middle of a conversation , my friend typed this out ” If I could build walls around myself to protect me , then ill be living in a castle ”
Beautifully expressed , isn’t it ? But do we really build walls ? Do we have safety valves to protect ourselves from emotional damage. ? Do we fence ourselves , keeping people on the other side . Do we really become cynical and scared after a failure in a friendship or love ?

According to me , considering how often we get hurt , I think ” building walls ” is a phrase we like using and saying , but the truth is , we’re out there , without a guard , soo vulnerable , waiting to save and be saved . Waiting to be a hero and find a hero . Waiting to find a strength in a weakness , waiting to be A Strength in someone elses weakness . We’re all out there , vulnerable , weak , being ourselves and giving out second chances

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