If I have to imagine a world, and
I do dare, I envision a society which knows compassion; a land with no occupancy
for animosities. But when I do ponder, I am skeptic; for the hidebound edifices
of haughty minds provide, but a bulwark to prosperity. It is not hard to
acknowledge that utopia is a distant dream, and it's conceivable that we may
never realize it. Because, despite regarded as mindful and soulful beings, we
find ourselves convoluted in a maelstrom of divisions and bogus idiosyncrasies.
It is ironic that we all understand the gist of beautiful living but yet we
adhere to deeds which only lead to remorse; we truly comprehend the shadows of
our own fallacies and yet we choose ways that inevitably results tragedy. So the question
is, why do we do it; why do we indulge in tawdry things that we always wanted
should never be a part of our life? Because we pretend; inside we are not
genuine and when truth debunks the castle of greedy indulgences, we cower like helpless
beings. Because we lack the fortitude to face our own inner foes, we cannot
forgive and we are ashamed. We neither give any chance for compassion, nor do
we believe we are capable of it. A wall isn't made of a single stone, each stone
is a story of bravery. One small step in the right direction can enlighten your
senses and you can clearly see and face your mistakes. So, why wait for someone
else to instigate the change you want to see? Be the change.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
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