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06 When I started pouring out my mind

      Sitting at my desk, wondering why I had not written for such a long time, I decided to just pour out my mind for once. And then, there were six..

      Pouring out my mind? I had heard about pouring out hearts.. What is 'pouring minds'? Pouring is 'flowing in a steady way'. Steady!!? hah! My mind and steady, now that's a good one there. Nobel prize for whoever can pull that off! And for that matter, how can one then pour out one's heart? Can you? Pour it. I would like to see.

     What are emotions? You think you know? Simple?... Le wiki mama describes emotions as, (and this is only their first line) ''In psychology and philosophy, emotion is a subjective, conscious experience characterized primarily by psycho-physiological expressions, biological reactions, and mental states.'' So much for being 'simple'!! And that is how we describe the things closest to us, emotions.

    Man has made his own life complex. By thinking. Just the other day, one of my friends and I were discussing why life is such a complex entity. And we realized, life is as complex as you make it. It is your capability to and habit of seeing things in a much deeper way, that makes you think deep. The cow that crosses your path every day? Life is much simpler for it!! We think, we analyze, we conclude. We are a constantly running machine, trying to understand everything. Trying to make sense. Sense of God. Sense of magic. Of ghosts and souls. Of the bloody universe itself. Why can't we be just content with what we know, have and understand.. to an extent. Our mother Earth.. and us. Just keep it simple.

    So, does that mean you can let go? Not think too much? By being 'simple'? Sadly, no. Because the mind (which I am supposed to be pouring out right now) then starts analyzing if letting go is a good, sensible option. If being satisfied is not foolishness. In short, it hasn't let go! Square 1.. or 2.. I don't know!

     So, basically we are screwed up? Yeah!! I guess our code says we have been, very positively are, and always will be screwed up. And that is life. That is what I, for one, personally enjoy. I love problems, if and when they come in my life. I love to fight them and look forward to it. Moreover, I love to fight myself. Fight myself, explore and understand. Because, 
What's a ride without a few bumps?

    I guess my strength comes from the very prospect of life. I am grateful to whoever is responsible for sending me down here. To know such a beautiful place and such wonderful people. Some since my origins, some along the way. Some old, some very recent. Thank You.. Because, I know I make my own choices. Whatever it is, I choose for myself at the end of the day. I could easily choose to ignore something or someone if I wanted to. Life is what I am.

    Your life is yours. It's not like the one standing in front of you because it's yours. It's unique, just like you! You live with it. You deal with it. You come with it. And you will go with it. So, why not make it your best friend? A life-long friend?

    I thought of pouring out my mind. Somehow led me through my heart too I guess. Are the brain and the heart really two ever-contradicting entities of our system? Or is there a convergence you haven't perceived through the mist that surrounds it? Only one way to find out, LIVE the LIFE.


At last, a nice quotable quote. You know whom I am quoting!!
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Me.

" I don't know where I started. I have a clue about where I am. I certainly don't know where I am going "

Hope you had a nice read!!

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