Life

How can it be easy to take a life?The image of metal tearing through flesh, blood and bone. A planned attack on a man with a family. Is there any value of human life anymore?Only the direct family can truly comprehend their loss. As an outsider we will return to our lives but they have to live with the pain -a loss so unexpected and void of human feeling that it sends a chill down the spine. It shakes you to your very core and makes you realise how much of life we waste in things that just dont matter. This helplessness is so deep it cuts through you. Cuts continously like a wound that will not heal. I feel for the direct family as they will suffer the most. The mere news of the situation effects the reader -so what the family is going through is incomprehensible. Where does one begin the journey of recovery from such an event?It is times like these that make you realise who your real friends are..they will do the simple things like ask if you are okay and who the person that has passe...

I want one but not without the other. Life and its binding elements of religion, traditions and finance. I want one but not without the other. I want to be independant but dependant.How does that work? In my mind its crystal clear but I cannot explain it. How do I find what I am looking for without letting superficiality get the better of me.When I know its superficial yet so important? How do I make myself more human and less robotic. I want one but not without the other. A long time ago I took the reigns to my dreams. I drove my own destiny and chose my own direction. Wanting a partner to share those reigns?That is a frightening thought indeed.Is it about control or letting go? Is it about getting to know you or letting you know me? I want one but not without the other.I took the reigns and expect them to do the same.How can I work so hard to drive things and they let time decide their future? Yes we only decide our destinies partially.It is all Allahs will but our hardwork is the dr...

Recently tired-ness is setting in.The smallest daily routinely things seem like such a chore. Endless travelling and keeping myself on the radar...continous and never-ending. It drives me yet tires me. It makes me strive harder but also zaps the very life out of me. The mind is perpetually in overdrive. It never rests-never stops thinking or takes a break. Its final rest place -its stop -the desired destination it seems...will accompany my last breath.

Where does it begin? Like a minute cell that multiplies , grows limbs and then takes form. When does this happen? When does an opinion truly formulate and reveal itself? When does the mind start to analyse this and understand that this is the way you think? This subconscious acceptance and trusting is fascinating.Why is my understanding so far apart from yours? Is it when you meet the first time or is it when you hear another describe them? What shapes your opinion?Can we take full credit for it?Is it based on how they present themselves or how you want to view them? Is it based on purely your understanding or a collection of others? When is an opinion truly ours and clean of outward influences?Is this even possible? A clean, purely individually conceived opinion! Where is it ?..I want to see it in all its reality - bare and exposed.