Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Verified


Unlearning is the toughest process.
Unlearning a habit, an attitude, a mind set is more challenging than taking up a new one.
Unlearning to love someone is harder than falling in love.
No, it is not adapting, or changing for the better. It is about forgetting who you are and redefining yourself.
Yes, you have to compromise. Replace yourself and be okay with it. Euphemism,”embrace change.”
The world belongs to people who unlearn.

There are distinct moments in life when you get a choice. A choice between honesty and lies.
A choice between love and lust. A choice between taking up responsibility and walking away. A choice between actually giving a damn or apathy. A choice between believing and not believing.
There are no middle paths. Life fazes out the distinction between these choices. It will try its best to camouflage these distinct moments with all the other nonsense.
There are no wrongs or rights to these things, but there is always an easy way and a tough way. A shorter way and a longer way.
If something you do can be digested by your conscience, eat it. If something you do doesn’t, well digest it this one time and try not to eat it again.
There will be some shit in your life. Get it out. And flush.
The world belongs to people who flush.

There will always be questions. There will always be possibilities and scenarios. There will always be insecurities. There are no absolutes to life. No perfections other than what you create.
If you have people who are like your sun block, quietly and transparently protecting you when you are out playing in the scorching mid day sun you are indeed lucky.
Love is a simple personal question. Stop complicating the answer. Art complicates love to market life. Find something that you want, create something that you want. Remember that the ads are not true, the standards they set are not real. No matter how beautiful it is, at the end of it they’ll call it nothing but foreplay.Don’t listen to them.
The world belongs to people who don’t listen.

2 comments:

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

There is an old saying, that you have your way, I'll have mine, as for the right way, that does not exist.

It's hard to unlearn, it's hard to delete, the stains always stay on the fabric of memories, but the hues can sure be worn off and painted in new, better colors. While you'll always know what was there beneath layers, it won't hurt more.

Welcome back, if you intend to stay. :)

Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete

Hopelessly Flawed said...

you put things so beautifully...your positivity is inspiring.

thanks.lets see how long i can stay...but i do love this place...i missed it