Let's spill the beans, eh???

A few days ago, a certain someone I know, wrote on her Facebook status as to how interesting it would be if people were to actually speak their mind. Now that got me thinking. Freedom of speech. Freedom of thought.

How many times have you heard your best friend – or any friend for that matter – say how great it is to talk to you because you are not the least bit pretentious and because you speak exactly what you think!!!

Speak what you think????? Your best friend wouldn’t BE your best friend if you were to tell him/her exactly what you thought! Because your friends only think you tell them exactly what is on your mind, when in reality you are telling them what they WANT to hear. Heart-2-heart conversations are just the same – while you are out there spilling your gut about how much your crush has hurt you, your best friend only feigns a passing interest in the conversation. She is inwardly thinking – “Well, what did you think you’d get anyway? Roses??? If you were to ask me I’d tell you to move on, you won’t get anything here.” What she ends up saying, however, is – “How mean! You just hang in there, my dear. Everything’s going to be all right.” J

So, yes, maybe it would be a great idea to tell people exactly what you thought. But only empirically. In reality, you would do best if you were to lace whatever you thought with a spoonful of sugar (remember Mary Poppins – “...for a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down...”) – and cater to the audience J

Forgive, but never really forget

When someone hurts you, or causes you grief, you are left with wounds that scar you for life. Sure, with time, the pain and the angst do subside; but you are still left with ghostly memories of the hurt – the tiny cracks and fissures never really go away.

One poke, and it all comes rushing back to fill the wide chasm that it had left behind; to break the knot, that was created in the blissful, carefree innocence of childhood. And that is why, while you may be able to forgive, you can never really forget.

Love's labour lost

Love. The epic idea which is the stuff of all creative genius. The bane and the boon of all civilizations. Love it was that destroyed Troy; yet, love it was that has been the breadwinner for all great playwrights. All you need is love: if all goes well, you live happily ever after; if it doesn’t, you become a poet/philosopher.

Ah! The pain of falling in love! The fleeting joy, the momentous pleasure, the ephemeral ecstasy that connects you to the one that your heart desires... and the hopeless dread that fills the void when it is gone.

Joy, pleasure, and ecstasy: for you are all aglow – as long as it lasts. Fleeting, momentous, and ephemeral – nonetheless – for it is never to last.

Such is the nature of emotion when it is tied, yet never to be reciprocated.

The lover struggles to stay tied to every strand of memory – like an addict hopelessly holding on to the last whiff of opium; a shipwrecked sailor whose only consolation is that a rescue boat arrives before all his energies give up and cause him to forsake that one piece of ply to which his life clings.

And yet, you cannot but ignore the dread of desolation – the pervading sense of gloom and despair, accompanied by the chagrin of having attached yourself to something – once it is gone.

So, remember this, if you are ever to fall in love, my dear: it is not for the weak at heart. It is, but, for those who are willing to circumnavigate in the eternal dance of death. For those who can play, rejoice and revel in the stakes of the heart: where every single deal would fill you with ethereal joy or hopeless dread. And while the joy transcends us all, the pain envelops us like a cocoon – whence no beautiful butterfly ever shall bloom.

And yet, the misery is yet another flighty bird – for love may sink into the horizon, but the earth is round.

Old blue jeans

You wake up one morning, and realise that you’ve outgrown your favourite boy-band, your favourite pair of shoes, your cuddly teddy bear, your best pair of blue jeans, and, worst of all, your best friend. You suddenly realise that you have nothing in common with any of these any more – and while you are sad that you have to forego them all – you have no choice.

You thought that it was everlasting; yet, it is as transient as that thought that comes to your mind but is never put to ink. EVERLASTING ETHEREALITY...