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Getting Old

Getting old is getting short of passion I guess. Learning to letting go. To accept…

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The Poet

A man used to write poems for the woman he loved.
One day … all of a sudden the woman abandoned him.

He kept writing…
He wrote more.. and more….
And one day he became a famous poet.

Years later, he went back to his home-town to read his poems on a big poetry night.
At the end of the performance, the woman for the love of whom all the poems were written, came along with her husband next to her
…. and said “Hello”

The man looked at her, as if he was looking at an ordinary person.
“Haven’t you recognized me?” she asked.
“No I haven’t” he replied..
“How come!?
I’m the woman for whom you have written poems;
I’m the woman who turned you into a poet…”

The man looked in the eyes of the woman and said:

“If the magic was all about you, the man standing next to you should have been a poet too.”.

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Gray

I was watching a film. A typical The Conte of Monte Cristo adaptation. The good boy was betrayed by his best friends. He returns in another identity and starts taking his revenge. Step by step, bit by bit he was making them suffer in the very same way they had done to him. As a good audience I was enjoying to see them suffer.
At one point I felt I didn’t like the boy as I used to. He had every right to make them suffer, he was just organizing. Organizing their greed against each other. Yet I didn’t like to see him gloat, albeit on righteous grounds. He was turning into the exact person we are manipulated to hate at the beginning of the story. Sometimes we start for something good but on the way we are mesmerized by something else and attraction of the challenge sometimes leads us to somewhere else than we had set off to.
Like the famous story of Sultan Mahmoud. After the passing away of his beloved wife. For sometime he turns back to life. Than he decides to build a tomb for his wife which will reflect their magnificent love. He directs his great passion to the building of the tomb. He deals with every detail. Day and night he works and works. He does not see anything else than the construction. Many times he breaks down the bits he didn’t like and rebuilds it, to reach the perfection. Over and over. It takes years. Finally the construction ends but he was not satisfied. There was something that’s spoiling the perfect geometric architecture. He walks and stares at the building for days. Then he finds out. It’s the grave of his wife. He moves the grave to somewhere else and finishes his masterpiece Taj Mahal.
Lots of thoughts, feelings crossed my mind. Forgiving, right-wrong, justice, the thin line between love and hate, ying-yang. My unliking lasted a few minutes. Later this got me thinking. What made me like him? What made him different from his hostiles? Neither him nor the others are pure evil or pure good.Then I realized that it’s me who chose to see him good. I chose to focus on his good side. As the saying goes , beauty lies in the eyes of beholder. The same goes for hate too. In this funny world, nothing and nobody is pure black or pure white. It’s us who decide, it’s our focus, it’s our inclination. We have noone else to blame. It’s us only us.
I think this video is a prime example of focusing:

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If You Don’t Bet…

Optimist – Pessimist, Brave – Hesitant…..
I have been thinking about the fear of losing. I think this is one of the main point that defines our character.
It also has to do something with being happy with what you have. Is this because we fear we can’t reach any better than we have?
So which one is prior to you? The pain of the loss or the joy of the new? Don’t ask me, I’m a melancholic.

One single question can tell you what you are:

Which is more you?

You don’t win if you don’t bet

or

You don’t lose if you don’t bet.

So, which one are you?

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Is it worth?

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”

— C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

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