The Distance and the Belief
A six letter magnanimous multitude that captures the entirety of itself. That is precisely where we coin it as self-belief. Belief believing that its belief is true!
But who or what conceives it and what or who nurtures it? How many times do we believe what the inner self needs to believe and how many times are we guided downstream: with the flow? How many times does it seem like nothing but an infinite multiplication of unnecessary necessities? And how many times does it spring from conviction?
As we travel our path: path chosen by none but us, a time comes when we can’t help but think about the path we thus traveled. About the destination: most of the times out of sight. And most importantly about the things that now seem beyond the realms of even an out-stretched dream. About what we believed for the path treaded and what we are now forced to believe for the rest of it: believing that something or someone is waiting with the purpose of pushing you up the stream. It demands ultimate strength to push yourself against the virtual space of banal guiding forces.
Do we still close our eyes and realize that our friends are our energy? Or is it just that change is the law of nature and the rest is just history? Doesn’t change need some change? Haven’t we all experienced times when we want to relive those simple moments in life? Everyone these days knows everything. Intelligence sometimes bears so high a regard that that it is rewarded by exemption from the offices of the worthy.
Why does the distance we traveled seem all that worthless? Is it because we believe it to be that or is it because we never had any belief? Too many questions and none seems realistic enough to believe in and seek answers for. But I have always believed that there is a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore like an idiot. So, read the last line and believe it!
Someone sometime told “If you believe in everything you read, better not read”.
But who or what conceives it and what or who nurtures it? How many times do we believe what the inner self needs to believe and how many times are we guided downstream: with the flow? How many times does it seem like nothing but an infinite multiplication of unnecessary necessities? And how many times does it spring from conviction?
As we travel our path: path chosen by none but us, a time comes when we can’t help but think about the path we thus traveled. About the destination: most of the times out of sight. And most importantly about the things that now seem beyond the realms of even an out-stretched dream. About what we believed for the path treaded and what we are now forced to believe for the rest of it: believing that something or someone is waiting with the purpose of pushing you up the stream. It demands ultimate strength to push yourself against the virtual space of banal guiding forces.
Do we still close our eyes and realize that our friends are our energy? Or is it just that change is the law of nature and the rest is just history? Doesn’t change need some change? Haven’t we all experienced times when we want to relive those simple moments in life? Everyone these days knows everything. Intelligence sometimes bears so high a regard that that it is rewarded by exemption from the offices of the worthy.
Why does the distance we traveled seem all that worthless? Is it because we believe it to be that or is it because we never had any belief? Too many questions and none seems realistic enough to believe in and seek answers for. But I have always believed that there is a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore like an idiot. So, read the last line and believe it!
Someone sometime told “If you believe in everything you read, better not read”.
posted by Kapil Sundrani @ 6:00 AM
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