raw

Being happy is of course, nowhere on the same planar as being sad. With that being said, I've personally recognized happiness to be one of fleeting nature. It draws energy from a different 'base'. Grief however, connects one with his/her innermost self. It is raw and there is something distinctively primitive about it. We could relate it to the loss aversion theory; emotions gained from a dollar won is never the same as one with a dollar lost. We are hardwired to value losses far beyond reasonable comprehension. You'd probably spend at most a week in jubilee over a killing in equity markets; the other end of the scale saw countless ending their lives.

So did you ever wonder what ever happened to the bulk of compulsive buyers? Most of them think they are happy when they strip the whole shopping aisle bare; such exaggerated actions to blanket the insidious fact that they are really, lonely people. Constantly buying, mending the void in their hearts. At the end of the day, it is but a fallacy. They are still unhappy people, with a room full of merchandises. They don't go to bed with smiles on their faces.

tale of 2 worlds

Slipping into dreams that are bizarre as they are incoherent at times. Still, it was rather refreshing to dream up something I had thought matter. To sift through some of the ones, I've had simplistic dreams of wind-chimes. I could remember their designs and sounds in vivid fashion. On the other end of the curve though, there was this scenario where I'd tried to snap a god damned shot of a tornado hovering outside my humble abode. Really, if you thought we had bad weather...

Shrugging all(metaphorically or not) dreams, illusions and ethereal worlds aside, you cross over to the tracks of the real world or what have you. To brush away all things abstract, it is important to identify the differential features of both worlds. You would think we're often in control; more often than not you relinquish(subconsciously or not) control and let yourself be mired in all things derisory and apocalyptic. I can and controversially, cannot see why some would spend a counter-productive week on facebook mobile posting really sad updates and paying data charges simultaneously. This is perhaps harsh but the world didn't pause and mourn your updates. It didn't stopped revolving while I was down and out. You know, people in mental institutes cannot perform a differential. We probably shouldn't construct a mental asylum for our minds, but that is just my humble opinion.

progress, then regress

Of late, I've been harping on the notion of solitude. Touching on the strings of humanity. I mean sure, it is all about the camaraderie and communities. Could it also be juxtaposed with the vagaries of humanity? That which saw an impressive long list of conquest, war, genocides spanned over the course of time.

Nuances like public manners and hygiene; I probably devote too much time trying to figure out the distastefulness of it all. The community we're attached to, adopts a rather slack approach to the cultivation of values. Even on my best mornings, the public bus still looks suspiciously like a cauldron of really sick people that would have absolutely no qualms about starting a bio-hazard. As I am penning this down, there is an inane racket going on in the unit above, in the form of more-than-loud drills. So think, as we drive our fancy cars and renovate our apartments, of the externalities involved. Often we do as we will, at the expense of another. Your drills will cost the intrusion of personal space, your car will increase your carbon footprint, your bacteria-fondue cough will ruin another person's week.

I guess with proper education or even campaigns, it might serve to raise awareness. But just look around and you would notice that the budget for such is probably gathered from the few loose coins lying around the minister's office. In any case, it will be further exacerbated by the ever creative ways we devise to damn ourselves. Why, to cite an example, we could look at the theft of intellectual property, or piracy as we all know it. It is such an irony and you could only marvel at the simplicity of its humble origins. The formula for this century looks increasingly like this : Invent something, mop up its mess later. So yea, I guess a few years alone on an island will do us some good.