Some days the mind is a raging fire and in the smoke everything hides beneath the haze. But some days, it is like a pristine lake, stable and clear. It is in the lake that you can find the reflection of your own self. It is on the surface of the lake that the waves will show you the direction of the winds. Find this lake, immerse in it and learn to move on. Let it wash away all the tiredness, all the emotions. Let it be your savior. Find it.
And remember some stories are best left incomplete, best left in transition.
Few people realize that they are looking at the world of their own thoughts and the world of their own feelings~ Wallace Stevens
I have held this belief that everyone has a different system function when it comes observing and interpreting reality. There are aspects of conversations that go unnoticed by some and other would just pounce on these. Senseless for some, at times is all that makes sense for others. The reason for this is everyone has a different viewpoint of seemingly universal reality. And so everyone has a different way of looking at reality even facts of life. Lost in this conundrum arises the question of existence of reality as it is and not as I or someone else sees it. Ever more confusing is the thought that the system functions are constantly being shaped by the interactions with outside. Every single operation modifies it and sometimes these modifications are large enough to change the nature of function. This is the closest I have gotten to reality
I preach there are all kinds of truth, your truth and somebody else’s. But behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there’s no truth ~ Flannery O’Connor
I lost a friend years ago. My memory was burdened as he slipped far below. Then came along a pen that he gifted which refreshed everything. I can never prove that he exists. I can only claim by experience, he does. And experiences are personal, very personal! If the association is absent, I may never remember him again because pure reason would fail him till eternity.