dont ask me what the title of this entry means.I have absolutely no idea where that came from. Actually if you were to believe it, then i think u should know that i am lying when i say that. Because, it is only I, of all ppl, who knows where that came from. Which is rather logical since I am the one who put it there in the first place. There is something about denial. It comes as a first nature to many and I am no exception. I hate to get embroiled into philosophical discusisons - deeper meanings - true meanings - so I deny knowledge and profess ignorance. I turn my back on sophists. I have no time for trivialties. But then, I digress.
Of what i have absolutely no idea is why i put it there. Denial again. Circumvension is my religion. Come to think of it, i actually do - since i've been humming this song ever since 8 in the morn today.It is a song that features on the soundtrack of the oh so wonderful movie, Forrest Gump. Lucky bastard, him. It also used to feature as the title song of a Sitcom. Picket Fences. They used to telecast on Star World. A long time back. I loved it. I'd never missed a show. I dont know why i liked it so much (Denial again) But it was probably the way they used to come up with an absorbing storyline using the same pool of limited characters. It gave me an insight into maybe the true nature of life. How all of us are inextricably intertwined with each other. One cannot be viewed as distinct from another.One helluva show.I hope they start airing it again. Actually another reason could be that Lauren Holly starred in that show and i really used to dig her then.Well, you know the mentality of a 15 year old.
So i guess we're never going to get to the bottom thiswhy i really liked that show .. sometimes its good to leave things that have been. As they were. Keeps it simple, retains that dreamy aura that enscons the memories. They are better left untouched
Hmmmm. And i liked that song too.
To everything there is a season.
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
...and so it goes. .
it drives home the truth. That there is nothing thats an ideal life.There will be sorrow,there will be happiness.There will be hate, there will be love.There will be times when you are all alone and there will be times when you are with all your friends having the time of ur life. Because this is what life is made of. This is what makes our life, our times such an enriching experience. Sorrow makes us cherish happines. He who hath not shed a tear knows not what a smile is.
It is just that we need the strength to walk out the storm. To strive against the wind. To bear it all because its certain as we turn around that dark corner, the golden splendor of light will light up our path. As we trudge with bent backs and spent effort over that hard climb, a verdant valley with blue ribbons for streams and glistening grass and fragrant flowers will welcome us with open arms and lay our burdens to rest. It is all up and down, and you have to surf it and make the best of it while you are at it. Things are never at the the lowest at the same timre they are never at the highest. There is always something worse, and there is always something better. But the catch is that we never know the limits. How bad can things ever be or how good they can ever be. S0, its a good deal to ride the wave and be pleasantly surprised when it tosses you to unprecedented heights at the same time to bear in mind that it could have been lower when it plunges u to depths unknown. It is a topsy turvy ride. But then then there is a time for everything, you have the torrential hails, you have a litling drizzle. You have the zephyrs and you have a veritable hurricane. You have the dark nights, You have the sunny days. You have the hot and humid days of summer and you have the crisp mornings of the winters. Indeed, to everything there is a season, and as we plough onwards, hurtling across the evanescent ether at millions of kms per second, time draws back the curtains laying down the path for us to a new experience, to a new perspective.
The key thing here is the strenght to weather the storm. And therein lies the answer - are u merely existing or living - its all a matter of choice...
Of what i have absolutely no idea is why i put it there. Denial again. Circumvension is my religion. Come to think of it, i actually do - since i've been humming this song ever since 8 in the morn today.It is a song that features on the soundtrack of the oh so wonderful movie, Forrest Gump. Lucky bastard, him. It also used to feature as the title song of a Sitcom. Picket Fences. They used to telecast on Star World. A long time back. I loved it. I'd never missed a show. I dont know why i liked it so much (Denial again) But it was probably the way they used to come up with an absorbing storyline using the same pool of limited characters. It gave me an insight into maybe the true nature of life. How all of us are inextricably intertwined with each other. One cannot be viewed as distinct from another.One helluva show.I hope they start airing it again. Actually another reason could be that Lauren Holly starred in that show and i really used to dig her then.Well, you know the mentality of a 15 year old.
So i guess we're never going to get to the bottom thiswhy i really liked that show .. sometimes its good to leave things that have been. As they were. Keeps it simple, retains that dreamy aura that enscons the memories. They are better left untouched
Hmmmm. And i liked that song too.
To everything there is a season.
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
...and so it goes. .
it drives home the truth. That there is nothing thats an ideal life.There will be sorrow,there will be happiness.There will be hate, there will be love.There will be times when you are all alone and there will be times when you are with all your friends having the time of ur life. Because this is what life is made of. This is what makes our life, our times such an enriching experience. Sorrow makes us cherish happines. He who hath not shed a tear knows not what a smile is.
It is just that we need the strength to walk out the storm. To strive against the wind. To bear it all because its certain as we turn around that dark corner, the golden splendor of light will light up our path. As we trudge with bent backs and spent effort over that hard climb, a verdant valley with blue ribbons for streams and glistening grass and fragrant flowers will welcome us with open arms and lay our burdens to rest. It is all up and down, and you have to surf it and make the best of it while you are at it. Things are never at the the lowest at the same timre they are never at the highest. There is always something worse, and there is always something better. But the catch is that we never know the limits. How bad can things ever be or how good they can ever be. S0, its a good deal to ride the wave and be pleasantly surprised when it tosses you to unprecedented heights at the same time to bear in mind that it could have been lower when it plunges u to depths unknown. It is a topsy turvy ride. But then then there is a time for everything, you have the torrential hails, you have a litling drizzle. You have the zephyrs and you have a veritable hurricane. You have the dark nights, You have the sunny days. You have the hot and humid days of summer and you have the crisp mornings of the winters. Indeed, to everything there is a season, and as we plough onwards, hurtling across the evanescent ether at millions of kms per second, time draws back the curtains laying down the path for us to a new experience, to a new perspective.
The key thing here is the strenght to weather the storm. And therein lies the answer - are u merely existing or living - its all a matter of choice...
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