It's been quite some time since I have tried a story...plenty of WIP around i guess.
I read a famous quote a few days back, Martin Luther King Jr says even if we're not popular, not politic, too much in a hurry to stick our neck out in some views, we must pursue what we feel is right...
I do not like these times, to be honest. We have a bad government, erratic weather, opportunistic people, far too much of uncertainty almost everywhere, except where we have fatalistic resignation or paranoid euphoria...I like to believe this time will pass, we will back to good times; and then i see how the bad today is suffocating the good tomorrow, makes me apprehensive.
I think like old men these days, nostalgic, full of reverie, sometimes too eager to turn away from wasted today and distant tomorrow.
anything goes, being the old man, being the child, the race for cope-outs is relentless...here goes the overcrowded last local for cope-outs, I run frantically to grab the tine shred of foot-hold, the vast stinky warm air rushing past me annihilates the reasons, gives me purpose till the train stops at the last stop..
Cope-outs are wonderful, dreams sweet-sad melancholic addictive...
Where does the series of trains take me? It leads me to death, full of life, full of life full of regrets and anger and tears-all so interesting if I step aside and watch me go under...
So what is the right thing to do? Take the train or wait at the platform? Or take a different train to same destination? How easy is it? How much of effort will be just right for Mill's wise-man?
Do I always keep self-interest in mind? we all do I guess, but then it takes so many connotations, so many shapes, vague and undefined to the wise-man, the unwise man does everything for his own "good”.
What the quote refers to, is dangerous that way, it allows too much freedom to too many people in hope that they will converge, find a greater common good for all... And of course it originates from fierce individuality, distrust towards collective wisdom...
I don't know which right is right, maybe I do, I have my locus standi somewhere (we do not go to extremes, we the sane, remember!) but of course it's easier to ask questions, and essential too, for us workaholics sometimes..
Maybe the Speaking aloud will go on sometime here.for now, it's life back to mundane, to the world I do not like, back to the world where I belong, which makes me sad with all that is wrong with it, which fills me with hope with that which might be good in it, which makes me apprehensive with its impermanence, and thus keeps me hooked... to the mundane we return.
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too much to comprehend in one read....or maybe i am not in the mindset to decide the right or wrong....anyway subjective concepts....the esential you stands out though.....much as you try to mask it the hope, the goodness, and the goodwill triumph and reflect the real you.
ReplyDeleteThe post reads like a flow of thoughts, a little tightening woould certainly add the proverbial cherry to the ice cream.
There is also a recurrent contradiction in these pieces...The mundane almost irritates you...and yet, uncertainity does not quite make you happy...does not add that flavor to alleviate some boredom..
ReplyDeleteMoreover, even as you ponder about what's right..you already make a set of choices, decisions in the process...to wait for the good old days...to think and act like the old! ;)