Let's lament

We are sad because

a) We can't have what we desire
b) We are scared that we'll loose what we have

If only, if only we realize that we possess nothing, not even this body. What would it be like?

We need to grow. We need to expand our perspectives. I need to evolve.

Perceptions

We will refer to Truth, i.e. something which is independent of everything and is self-certified reality, as Reality.

Point of view:

Our perceptions are the reality in which we exist. They may or may not be Reality


Supposition:

It is possible that what a person perceives (personal reality) is a part of Reality, but it is impossible for some other person to perceive it in the same way.
 

Statement:

It means that whether one's reality is the Reality cannot be completely judged/tested by others. So, one cannot be sure of what he believes actually is.

Hence, one must try to test one's world at different circumstances, and accordingly 'evolve' into the Reality.



Role of majority:

Can reality of majority (or all) be called as Reality? Again, it may, it may not.






It's a strange world with strange questions and possible answers. We just stop questioning, and start accepting others' realities as Reality. Let's question, and let's grow.



By the way, what is your reality?

Face to face with Illusion

I'd a strange feeling. Not a prison, but I couldn't move. The inability, the dependency which was unprecedented in it's vigor and perceptibility. It, surely, didn't feel right.

Allow me to walk on love
If not drinking, just showering my blood
To wash the dark stains
Of fears, confusions and unlovely world


A sudden pain strikes. It's not just a desire to hide, to run away, but a larger quest to make an attempt to leave the delicate being with minimum bruises. I've my limitation, I've my capacity. My imagination tortures my feelings and forbids me to put forward a hand which can go through any intensity of fire. O Dear! do not understand it to be the lack of desire. It's the wild game, perhaps. There's nothing which lies beyond your sight, I am standing all naked. I'm a little tired now, and need some rest. You can take all which is mine but peace of mind. I need it.


This is strange. Really. I am not lying. It's really strange. Now it's due to self-inflicted suffering, or the faith in the insensitivity of the volatile other self, or just the cold which can be quite depressing.

But, I hope...