The blissful flow of life flows gently over the submerged hidden boulders of words unsaid. The words are there but they are deep-deep within, some part of us can sense it but the ruffles don’t reach the surface. At times words, thoughts, ideas just lie dormant within without altering my composition or yours. Huh what bliss!!
Then there are times when there is a slight disturbance. Let’s say the flapping of a butterfly’s wings but the wise ones like you and me concede that it is sufficient to cause a tornado at some far-off remote corner of the world-Butterfly effect. I may not have witnessed the afore- said effect visually but philosophically and intellectually it makes sense.. just to simplify one might just put it across as small things trickle into big changes.
Well for some reason, it just happens that some random conversation meanders to the deadly territory of words, thoughts that we had consciously concealed. You still fight from the last bastion of self restraint only to give in to the floodgate of fears, anxieties, blames. Every memory of failed promises rises to the mind.. every unfulfilled expectation has its own woeful story to tell. Sometimes the one to face the blame is another poor soul on earth or at times it is just you facing the volleys again coming from you…
Sometimes one is surprised by the form the words take when they are actually uttered. May be the ears weren't wont to hearing them aloud but still I choose to believe that the words change form. At times they convey meanings that we ourselves are unsure of.. Its a largely uncontrolled state..or perhaps some rare moments of truth with oneself and others..
Then there are times when there is a slight disturbance. Let’s say the flapping of a butterfly’s wings but the wise ones like you and me concede that it is sufficient to cause a tornado at some far-off remote corner of the world-Butterfly effect. I may not have witnessed the afore- said effect visually but philosophically and intellectually it makes sense.. just to simplify one might just put it across as small things trickle into big changes.
Well for some reason, it just happens that some random conversation meanders to the deadly territory of words, thoughts that we had consciously concealed. You still fight from the last bastion of self restraint only to give in to the floodgate of fears, anxieties, blames. Every memory of failed promises rises to the mind.. every unfulfilled expectation has its own woeful story to tell. Sometimes the one to face the blame is another poor soul on earth or at times it is just you facing the volleys again coming from you…
Sometimes one is surprised by the form the words take when they are actually uttered. May be the ears weren't wont to hearing them aloud but still I choose to believe that the words change form. At times they convey meanings that we ourselves are unsure of.. Its a largely uncontrolled state..or perhaps some rare moments of truth with oneself and others..
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