Oath of a Hypocrite

I hereby, solemnly swear that,

I will switch off the engine of my car at signals

I will throw garbage only in a bin

I will not waste water during a bath

I will condemn people for not caring enough

I will congratulate people for every considerate act

But,

ONLY IF IT DOES NOT CAUSE ME ANY DISCOMFORT!

Why should I switch off the car when it is so hot?

I might lose some of my precious sweat.

How can I throw garbage in the bin?

The bin is so so far away.

How can I not take a bath under a running shower?

That’s the only way I feel clean.

How can I not condemn people for not caring enough?

After all, I do pretend like I care more than enough.

It’s time to stop pretending, and truly start feeling.

you knew it was coming...

You stood in anticipation,

of the inevitable pain,

you thought you were prepared,

but only in vain.

You thought you had the strength,

to withstand the blow,

but when it really mattered,

you were lying burnt on the floor.

You look in the mirror,

and smirk at your stupidity,

you feel nothing else,

but loathing and self pity.

That time is now past,

that age is long gone,

it’s time to pick up those pieces

and move along.

There will be many such hurdles,

and many such falls,

but what really matters,

is how you overcome them all.

Uncomfortable comfort

There’s an uneasy feeling, it’s settling in, slowly but surely. It’s very comfortable here, now. But should it be? Why am I not tensed or feeling pressure? I have been repeatedly reminded that this is the age when you slog, when you work your ass off, when you can take any load and still come out on top. Then why am I not there yet?

I want to be at the top, I need to be at the top. Sooner rather than later. I thought this was the best path. Is it? There can be no gain without pain. There is no pain here. Does that mean there will be no gain? Should I go out searching for pain? I want to.

Nothing seems to disturb me now. As a friend would say, ‘I’ve reached the Zen like state’. I don’t want to be Zen like. I want disturbance, I crave it. I want to know I can still feel. I’ve always believed that’s been ‘my edge’. I don’t want to become one of those ‘anything will do’ types. The thought is disturbing. Ahhh…finally, some disturbance. There’s a restlessness stemming from the lack of restlessness. That’s more like it. This will do. This should start off a chain of familiar unpleasant thoughts. Phew…finally, comfortable with my discomfort.