Beyond the Apparel

Can you be so sure of your judgement? No. For you do not know what stories are hidden in the depths of a soul or the burdens carried by a battered heart. The finality of a verdict is beyond human vision. What one person feels can neither be identical, nor duplicated. Everyone has their own mind to think and heart to feel. Can you relate to others? Yes. As it is human nature to cling on to thing on the base of familiarity.
But there are certain things that can not be explained, not in words, maybe in actions. There are, what I could call, phenomenons that the soul undergoes. It alters the apparently "normal" situation in particular spacio-temporal conditions. Yet it does not alter the soul that has undergone this transition. Instead, it goes into a trance of meditation. One not only ponders, but questions the evolution of such ideas and feelings. The aloofness alienates the person, dragging them into confusion.
Can this mess ever make sense? Maybe. The world of labels approves everything with a name tag on it. But does every single thing need to be tagged with a name? No. It can only be felt, not spoken of. But if it is undefinable, then how is one to convey what they feel? This maze's path circles around back to where you started.

The truth is inevitable, with or without a name.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. 

Khalil Gibran 

Thoughts and Meditations

"It is the silence which proclaims the coming tempest. And when the tempest makes not its appearance, it is because the silence is stronger than the tempest."

- Kahlil Gibran

Feeling the Beauty

Haunted

Life would be so easier if there was a modify or edit button to come along with every event that takes place. Attaining perfection would actually be possible. As the human soul is never satisfied, not only does the bad need to be repaired but the good needs to be better and better, the best.
We prefer holding on to happier memories, it's not possible to forget the bad ones either. Memories have the power to effect your mood when reminded by a certain event of the past. The happy memories are uplifting and encouraging. They are a door to the brighter side of life. On the other hand, memories that are comparatively not so great leave scars. From time to time, these scars remind us of the mistakes we have made. At places, we might've gone wrong and chose the wrong path. Regret and remorse are by products of such events. Would it be better to sulk in despair or regenerate the amputation?

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. (Eleanor Roosevelt)

It takes time to realize that that's not the way things are and shall not be, at least not any time soon. Just because we are surrounded by advanced forms of technology does not mean that all those electro-mechanical laws are applicable to human lives as it would to robots. It leaves us helpless and feeling pathetic. But that's not necessarily the way it has to be. There are a few things that could be tried like growing out of things that you might've clinged on to long ago. Running away from reality might give the impression of being a permanent solution when it is a temporary escape. Sometimes, you have to embrace the bad part of life too. Yes, there is always room for improvement, but only if you realize that imperfections exist. Ignoring or neglecting them is another issue but engulfing yourself in a state of denial is excruciating.
Holding on to things isn't requisite. Moving on would be comparatively exhilarating. Everyone lives their own life. It'd be much easier if we actually took charge of it. If we don't, someone else will. It's like handing over the keys of your car and let the driver take you anywhere they want. Life is too short and precious to give up to someone else.

Jackass of All Trades

It becomes difficult to comprehend how a single individual is prone to sticking his Pinocchio nose in to everything and anything. It's like scattering your energy into various areas. In such conditions, one is unable to shed light upon a specific area, clearly. There are blotches and spots of intermittent rays. Instead, it would be much easier to just converge all that energy and create one strong beam of light that brightens a place that is actually worth the effort.

Chaos Prodigy

Man seems to constantly be struggling. Struggling for or against things; that one shares a love-hate relationship with. We are in a mental and physical state of chaos. We are the product of this chaos. No wonder so many people prefer to just retire from all cliches. After all, everyone has the right to look for their own solutions. The problem lies in our existence. Before human beings, things were already existing, or were they? No one questions the existence of every possible entity the way humans do. This is where religion builds faith and instates the ability to believe.

The choice of faith is a very crucial one.
The pompous part of being a human is that we have this daunting urge to convince and prove our righteousness. Individually and mutually people are fighting for what they think is right. Some people have combined motives, others have comparatively personal ones.
At the end of the day, there is a story behind everything. Sometimes, we are able to figure it out. Other times, the story is out of reach and we have to figure it out for ourselves with the help of a highly complex organ called; the brain. Let's face the music, we all use it every now and then. The questions erupt and overflow. It isn't possible to have everything figured out. Many questions are rhetoric just to let things be the way they are. The fascination of human obsession carries him away every now and then. Not getting what one desires perturbs him. That is when he seeks refuge in escape.

The moment to live in the illusion.  
Close your eyes and shut it all out. Crawl under your bed and sneak out through a tunnel that leads you to where you have figured it all out and it makes sense. No need to fake anything for anyone, not even yourself. That is when you find your true self. 
That illusion is the moment of disillusionment.

Humans

Humans are always catching at a straw. There seems to be a need to cling on to things that seem familiar. The concept of intimacy fascinates many of us. Some shut that part off as if life was digital just like the current mechanical world. Just because we live in a world of machines does not make us machines. No matter how good we are at showing off this facade of being strong like metal, the fact remains undeniable that we are not robots. We are not made of metal or plastic. Though our lives seem pretty dependable on these things. Alas, the amusing by-products of this industrially revolutionized world!
The intriguing part of all of this is that man's essential nature has not changed. Even when surrounded by the bewildering technology, electronic gadgets of fascination and astonishing digitized outburst, man is still the same. It's pleasing to observe the historical gender-biased discussions still prevailing. The whole "guys vs girls"; we rule you drool concept is still in vogue. That proves that humans are intact with their instincts. From the sense of compatibility to spirit of competition, passion to aggression, love to hate, ignorance to knowledge... It is pleasing to know that humans are not extinct. Even though man has devised machines that can replace the human heart and robots of artificial intelligence to replace the human brain, man still thinks and feels just like he always has.