ALEXANDER'S MIND Part 1

 

Why would silence be compared to pride? Silence has always been a defensive weapon,It has always been a source of peace of mind when the noises matches in rumbles in a quest to make your world a living hell,as they turn your simple smiles into a fantasy. Words can not explain how innocent you were,but since you stood on your grounds,they crowned your name with ‘ proud you ‘  Now let’s try breaking this reality into something far from a lie.

Ever wondered why sleeping turned into a luxury and joy into what the world would phrase into,’myth’ Their questions only rotates with the wind blowing their way,and the rest is upto an innocent heart to pleed guilty for the sake of peace of mind. How can you even live with self-guilt,one that eats up your confidence,and feeds it with your fears. How can you ever afford to even fake a smile,and because you can not,and your life has turned into a caged world of experience,which you lost the key while swimming in your ocean of doubt. Reality hits again,and before you realize deception turns word coming out of your mouth into a mask of perfection, perfect life, perfect job, perfect food,  perfect relationship and I  believe this triggers a doubtful laugh,cause you don’t believe anything in your circled existence is a possibility of perfection.

Your Late nights have repeled every bit of peace of mind, as even the early morning bird’s song pierce your ears with noise, music becomes a one-time melody, and the second time it turns into a floor cemented with broken glasses and you are walking barefoot, and because you can not hurt yourself,you remain stagnant ,and into what; self-guilt. In an excuse that your eyes are irritated by the light, you find a reason to stay in the dark, and now ‘ light at the end of the tunnel ‘ becomes just a fairytale, like the ‘ The one-eye orge, The clever hare ‘ only because your cocoon is submerged in guilt, and no one can break you free apart from yourself. Who knows, maybe some fairytale can come to life; the tortoise might win a real race,baby-steps leads to extra-ordinary wins they never say this.

When the rains come, we just celebrate, no more drought, but there are others who see it as their downfall,whereas we both have experienced the harshness when it did not rain. My point is, there is always a choice to choose from,to win or to loose,to laugh or to cry,to love or to hate, to give or to take, and the decision  is always our to make,every reality, every fantasy, every farytale, and every experience always have a two-way lane on the drawing book, but we make our choices not from what favours us, but what favors others into believing it favors us. We are so much into pleasing others that we forget we even exist,and that’s where we all go wrong, we become victim of our own floods. When reality hits, it is too late to change our past; and this is also where we go wrong, and we just can’t blame others for our failures, as the same way we can’t blame them for our success. We are  caged in bars we bend with our own hands.

The world is ours to rule,the joy is our to enjoy, the wins are ours to experience, and my hope is we become men of our own words, and that means leaving myself not out of it.