Inspiration

Inspiration is a strange thing I saw a blog today, the author was deranged or rather hopelessly heart broken but he wrote beautifully , this goes to him though he may never read it id rather that he didn't.

Its strange something clicked not the apathy or the frustration but rather the complicated simplicity of the writing. His life though I judge him only by a few words was in a state of tumult, a tumult which existed in calm. The whole storm enraged inside of him and probably sent him into throes of depression.

Well enough of him now that's jut the background, id rather not try describing him, for I myself don't know him. But what appealed to me was the way he wrote. Something that I feel I had forgotten .

Emotions and intellect is a deadly mix, I know its not really logical to combine the two, but I think he had both, and that's what made him good. All people who've made a difference have had both only the emotion was different . Rationality and intellect are too cold a combination to result in good writing, unless someone was writing a technical instructions manual. Well these are certain rules that were brought into my conscience.

Its when the emotions are on high that the internal security system is on vacation. And that's when u say what u really wanna say. A few of us are born, (maybe all of us ) with the internal defense on low, and then we endure live and socialisation, have a few experiences or learn from others to bring in the firewall, and that's the end of freedom , the freedom of thought , speech and action.

Look at me for instance, work has made me into something that I cant even recognize, and the worst of it all this all happened without my realization. The problem if it was only limited to work was ok with me , but it spills into my private space too. In to my writing , into my thinking and into my action.

Anonymity too isn't adequate for the isecurity to be stifled. The writing is dishonest and with time if the disease isn't checked would become ugly even to me, and then probably all that is left would die.

Naked is the only way to be the only acceptable dress code, clothes will suffocate all that exists and then nothing would remain except for a carcass which lives to die every day. I would advice you not to take this analog in its direct sense or ud be in a mental asylum sooner than u think. Well so from today I shed my clothes atleast for myself, and write for myself.

this space is now for madmen only, for to enter my world you have to loose urs.

Thanks to my friend Pinks u didn't even realize it but u made me think again .