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"What is happiness if not the true agreement between a man and the existence he leads"
- Albert Camus
As the evening air starts bearing a chill and the life in the streets gets covered in mist, as the sound of the clock ticking in the room grows louder every second and a distant howl breaks the continuity of time, I find myself retreating into a state of reclusion, wrapping my heart in the thick blanket of memories of a life lived. Good or bad, memories or hopes, it should not matter, as long as they keep my heart warm.
I have come to believe that the closer you come to yourself, the more consciousness you gain about your being, the better understanding you possess of your social, economic and personal problems, you understand and relate to the whole of humanity in a better manner. This is when you realise that the mass of the world is the same everywhere dealing with the same issues, struggling with the same hassles, being harassed by the same establishment. And it makes me wonder that if we could not be together in our races, our nationalities, our sexualities, our identities, could we be together in our struggles? And the world will live as one... However, the irony of the situation is that you have to separate yourself from everyone only to realise that you were just like them all along. Humanity, as a collective being, is all the same.
Other than that, I have not much to say. When I sat down to write this blog, I had no idea that I would end up writing something like this. I was filled with an angst against nothing in particular but also against everything at once. It was these minor inconveniences that keep on building into a dissent towards life and eventually you have to vent out one way or the other. Some smoke their cigarettes, some cry in the shower, some bang their heads to heavy metal music, I come here to hit some keys.
- Albert Camus
As the evening air starts bearing a chill and the life in the streets gets covered in mist, as the sound of the clock ticking in the room grows louder every second and a distant howl breaks the continuity of time, I find myself retreating into a state of reclusion, wrapping my heart in the thick blanket of memories of a life lived. Good or bad, memories or hopes, it should not matter, as long as they keep my heart warm.
I have come to believe that the closer you come to yourself, the more consciousness you gain about your being, the better understanding you possess of your social, economic and personal problems, you understand and relate to the whole of humanity in a better manner. This is when you realise that the mass of the world is the same everywhere dealing with the same issues, struggling with the same hassles, being harassed by the same establishment. And it makes me wonder that if we could not be together in our races, our nationalities, our sexualities, our identities, could we be together in our struggles? And the world will live as one... However, the irony of the situation is that you have to separate yourself from everyone only to realise that you were just like them all along. Humanity, as a collective being, is all the same.
Other than that, I have not much to say. When I sat down to write this blog, I had no idea that I would end up writing something like this. I was filled with an angst against nothing in particular but also against everything at once. It was these minor inconveniences that keep on building into a dissent towards life and eventually you have to vent out one way or the other. Some smoke their cigarettes, some cry in the shower, some bang their heads to heavy metal music, I come here to hit some keys.
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