you could click the perfect picture
.. you could write the perfect song. have the perfect weekend.. or go one-up.. win the almighty cup.
thence..?
with a clear mind, and a sated heart.. i enquire what is it that awaits yonder. i do not particularly rationalize happy endings. i find them, premature in reality. for unlike say (most) movies, life has a longer reeltime. and accommodates no sequels. presumably.
is it just about the day then? quam minime credula postero (putting minimal trust in the future). #horace
i have been having my perfect weekend since months now. a year even, perhaps. and now, i look at my watch and wonder when is it gonna tick out.. when will the credits stop rolling? which of course speaks of the skeptical realist that one has become, that which does not believe in the immortality of the enduring positive vibe around, or is dispassionately insecure of some harbinger.
possibly anything that i'd say beyond this, would make me seem like a madman; perhaps not a deterrent, but could certainly undermine the primary thought.
happiness = state of mind. agreed. and sautéed.
so how long can a state of mind exist in a consistent and unaltered fashion. how long can a man be happy?
thence..?
with a clear mind, and a sated heart.. i enquire what is it that awaits yonder. i do not particularly rationalize happy endings. i find them, premature in reality. for unlike say (most) movies, life has a longer reeltime. and accommodates no sequels. presumably.
is it just about the day then? quam minime credula postero (putting minimal trust in the future). #horace
i have been having my perfect weekend since months now. a year even, perhaps. and now, i look at my watch and wonder when is it gonna tick out.. when will the credits stop rolling? which of course speaks of the skeptical realist that one has become, that which does not believe in the immortality of the enduring positive vibe around, or is dispassionately insecure of some harbinger.
possibly anything that i'd say beyond this, would make me seem like a madman; perhaps not a deterrent, but could certainly undermine the primary thought.
happiness = state of mind. agreed. and sautéed.
so how long can a state of mind exist in a consistent and unaltered fashion. how long can a man be happy?
the permanence of change denies any perpetual existence. of form, or figments. in the civil world that we have created around us, there is very little that i find labeled the ultimate. that is, not yielding to loopy sensations and charitable market-idolism of the term nirvana, there is not very much that i find particularly pinnacle-worthy to be pinned so. small hills, no mountains; all around just blind men, without curtains.
or may be i am just not there yet.
i often tail it down to one's ambition. or the lack of. we all have our perfect pictures in our heads. the versions that we carry might not be the same, usually never are.
so what happens when you have clicked the perfect picture?
there will be no distance left to run anymore. there will be that, and then the rest
.
?
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"What do you want meaning for? Life is desire, not meaning.” - Charlie Chaplin
@Charlie Chaplin: To lead a life on/as desire and not meaning? Dogs lead such life. The ones which live on the street. Hm.
@Partha: I do not agree with his quote. =)
"Dogs lead such life. The ones which live on the street."
Tsk tsk, that's a brash thing to say dude. Plus, they seem quite content, truth be told :)
I don't think he agreed with it either, going by other things he had said. But what if life's meaning is desire?
Hahaha.. when I wrote this post, I certainly did not intend to address such issues. I was merely wondering about the loss of ideas when one gets what he wanted.
If desire is the meaning of life, then well.. man is doomed for misery (may be). Akin the proverbial dog. I have not seen a content street dog. I have seen them bark, growl.. lay quietly in the corner sad and tired.. I ve seen them being feared, being shooed away.. being pitied. Content, no. But yes, that's just about the ones I ve seen. #Perspective
Blind men living in houses with no curtains. We think we know what's going on, coz the world is for everyone to see.. but, only in our heads. =)
Someone wise said.. "the absolutely disastrous thing you can do to yourself is to set yourself goals.."
Being the people we are (you.. me and most people from our part of the country), can we really be that sort who would not set goals? Consciously or otherwise.
Are we wired that way?
Goal setting in absolute terms that is. Say.. this car, this job, this salary. You do or you dont reach them. You end up either feeling like a failure or wonder 'is this it?'.
I think the person who said that line meant.. that the process of perfecting the picture is the one to be loved.. not the picture itself.
And about us being wired a particular way. I think most of us would get psyched out if we were suddenly asked to live without setting goals.
@Adarsh,
I would disagree with you about desire being the doom of man. Like you said, perspective. Even when you think you want to be in a state where you want no more, you are having desires. When you have what you desired, do you not want it to continue to stay? That would be desire too. If you want it not to stay on also, it would be a desire. Unless probably you are at a point where you don't really care about anything anymore, renouncement.
We do live in our heads, your blind men and curtains analogy is probably what they mean by Maya :)
@ADR: (1)How can you love the process of getting to something when you don't set yourself to that goal? Is not it a contradiction then that the person says.. "the absolutely disastrous thing you can do to yourself is to set yourself goals.." No goal, no process.. no? (2)I think some of us would be 'relieved' if we were suddenly asked to live without setting goals. =p
@Partha: Are nt people who renounce usually the ones that have everything or have nothing (they wanted)..? =)
Interesting discussion..
These wise guys & their quotes - "The moment you ask yourself if you are happy, you cease to be so."
Anyway shiny futures, happy endings are overrated.. its the ambiguous ones that are far more intriguing (wait, I spoke too soon, 'cos I so want mine). :p
And, maybe after we've clicked the perfect picture, we could help someone else take their's.. and keep going on without the "limit" set by ambition. :)
Pretty late here..
still...i guess, as they say, "It aint over until its over!" :)
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