Sunday, March 17, 2013

8 Minutes


It's simple really, you put on a song, (this one was about 8 minutes long) and you write while it plays. No editing. No re read. Just write it and be done with it. Here it is:


It came to me as a very mellow realization. It took it’s own time. I wasn’t rushed into it, not at all. It made me very happy, no doubt, that I had realized it, but at the same time, the realization itself was a little…
            Well I was let down to be honest. I knew it was true but it was just so… Saddening. I realized we all come here. We’ve all reached this wonderful place that we call earth. This little corner that we’ve carved for ourselves in the universe. Of course, we didn’t have much to do with getting it, but I think we’ve done a pretty crazy job shaping it. I wish we had been a little more careful, but then, we are but children. Toddlers. Babies. Compared to the universe we live in, we’re hardly a few minutes old at this point. We’ll get there some day. I’m sure.
            I’m sure because…  I believe. I… Believe in people. Human ambition. And Capacity. And Potential. I believe we can truly achieve anything we want. We can improve ourselves, despite ourselves. We’ve put a man on the moon, a number of robots on mars. We’ve cured diseases and we’ve built structures that challenge the tallest mountains and deepest oceans. We are the most advanced race this planet has. We are the epitome of evolution. Conscious, sentient beings.  Walking, communicating, loving, hating, inventing. We are amazing. But somehow, my realization introduced me to an idea that reminded me that there’s something missing.
            A sense of disconnect. I feel like I’m no longer in touch with something greater. Something I was very very close to at some point in time. I feel incomplete. Like a part of me is missing. Sometimes I feel like I haven’t been home in as long as I can recall. My entire lifetime has been just aimless wandering. I feel tired. I feel… Alone at times. At times I feel afraid. I wish I could talk to someone about it but for some reason, so few of us understand. But I’m still positive y’know? I’m positive that I’ll get there. That collectively we’ll get there. One day. Because we are better than we think we are. We are worse than we believe ourselves to be. We are capable of anything. And we have the ability to chose. We’ll get there, eventually. We’ll get there. I know.



In case you're wondering, the song I was playing was Fjor Piano by Sigur Ros


Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The Last Apology.


Fellow Travelers, Friends, Family, (Alive and Otherwise)

As you might already know, I have, in all probability, wronged you in some way in the past. I have, until recently, carried vast stores of guilt with me regarding said acts. Thank you for sticking around through and through. I am sorry for having done so. I really am.

But this is the last apology I'll make. The last time few times I'll say sorry for the things I've done in the past. Because being the most apologetic sack of fat just isn't my scene.

Know that I never have, or will, intend to cause you harm. I love you, just as I love all them beautiful things under the sun, and all them pretty things beyond.

All the decisions I take, are with the most positive of intentions. All of them are intended to do good. All of them are made so that happiness happens. The world tends to be cruel though, and sometimes people get hurt. I do not will for this at all. Trust me.

So for the last time, I'm sorry.

You take care now. Lemme know if you need me. I'm always there. Sometimes close, sometimes far, but always there.

Love,
Mehta.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

All Your Arguments are Invalid.



A signal is sent pulsing through your nervous system. Muscles move. Your mouth opens wide. Your Lungs Expand. Air is being sucked into them. Tiny molecules of oxygen inside this mixture of odd and even gasses are now in your lungs. The alveoli that line the inside of your lungs absorb the oxygen and give it to them blood cells. They tell the heart to lay down a beat. The heart complies. Blood is now rushing through your heart, into veins, then to your capillaries and back to your heart via the lungs through your arteries so that it may all repeat. Once again.

You just yawned in Math Class.

All your arguments are invalid.

The world is awesome.

Smile.