What is with this world?
Why are we all this way? When have we become these needy, slimy, egoistic, chauvinistic morons? When has the entire concept of happiness been flushed down the drain? How has everything come to be so damn wrong?
Its not anything new that I'm writing here. I'm sure every sane one of you out there (are there any left?) have wondered about this at least in one fleeting, very much ignored, nanosecond. The blight seems to be prevalent at every corner of this globe.
The blight of illness.
It irritates me to no end how all of us (including yours truly) are so involved in our more often than not, self induced or self written maladies. The more the amount of suffering you are supposed to be enduring (and failing), the more high and mighty and pumped-up you feel.
And its not restricted to comparison of bite sizes left by mosquitoes. Need I even mention mental anguish? In any conversation, there is no end to the number of problems, horrors and nightmares every one of us are supposed to be grovelling under.
The other day I listened to myself ranting on and on about some stupid, irrelevant stress that I am facing because of some supremely insignificant thing to some poor, unsuspecting soul and it occurred to me.
Happiness has just gone out of style.
Its so "in" to be tragic and morose.
As you can see, this struck me so hard, it inspired me to indulge myself in some asperity by actually bothering to write again.
You know what?
Just shut up and be happy already.
Why are we all this way? When have we become these needy, slimy, egoistic, chauvinistic morons? When has the entire concept of happiness been flushed down the drain? How has everything come to be so damn wrong?
Its not anything new that I'm writing here. I'm sure every sane one of you out there (are there any left?) have wondered about this at least in one fleeting, very much ignored, nanosecond. The blight seems to be prevalent at every corner of this globe.
The blight of illness.
It irritates me to no end how all of us (including yours truly) are so involved in our more often than not, self induced or self written maladies. The more the amount of suffering you are supposed to be enduring (and failing), the more high and mighty and pumped-up you feel.
And its not restricted to comparison of bite sizes left by mosquitoes. Need I even mention mental anguish? In any conversation, there is no end to the number of problems, horrors and nightmares every one of us are supposed to be grovelling under.
The other day I listened to myself ranting on and on about some stupid, irrelevant stress that I am facing because of some supremely insignificant thing to some poor, unsuspecting soul and it occurred to me.
Happiness has just gone out of style.
Its so "in" to be tragic and morose.
As you can see, this struck me so hard, it inspired me to indulge myself in some asperity by actually bothering to write again.
You know what?
Just shut up and be happy already.
6 comments:
Yeah, right!
See, the thing is, when you write about a blight that doesn't even exist and when others 'empathize' with you, you get a sensation of happiness or satiation or whatever. That's what makes you write crap about your own desperation. I do it all the time.
Good that you found the realization as an excuse to revive this blighted blog, which, I used to adore once.
Guess what, now that it's back in action, I'm again a fan! :-)
u shud change ur blog's title to harithus gloomius... u started doping or wat??? why so serious???
:)
I get what you mean by it being 'in' to be tragic and morose. people like having those bouts of gloominess on ocassions, don't they? very human to do so. happiness can be superfical at times - actually, with the majority of us - most of the times. sadness never is unreal. maybe that's why it's appealing and 'in'...whatever!
" We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. "
Write! write! Write! As long as you are alive, write!
Balan
In the morning, i open your page and have a quiet laugh.It lightens my heart and strengthens me to take on the day's burdens! :D
You have a nice day too!
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