Daily Prompt: Chaotic

via Daily Prompt: Chaotic

I see can see the chaos in your eyes, the way you think about situations and how their result will always be chaotic in your view.

I can hear screams, shouts, cries of pain  from distant places but I stand still, not urging myself to help those in need because I myself am afraid of chaos. It’s chaos that brings about hurt and hopelessness.

The uncertainty of time and place is chaos in itself, how one can be standing on the platform of the train station at one moment and after a few sounds of shots being fired, is found lying on the train track, with only ambulance sirens in the distance.

The world itself is a chaotic place thus we must not give into the chaos. We must persevere and retain hope despite all that we have been through. Chaos can arise from the smallest of things and so our hearts need to be strong enough to counter such chaos.

Everything is chaotic in its nature and it is us mere mortals that decide whether to let that chaos run free or to protect the rest of the world from it.

 

Appreciate it while it lasts

I can’t bear to see people standing on the side of the road, suffering deeply, waiting for someone to drop them to their broken home, where their children are craving something to eat. Their stomachs have been growling all day as they hope their parents make it home, safe and secure from the chaos of the world.
When I think about all this, tears find their way down my face and all I want to do is get out of the car, make them sit in my place and gift them everything that I don’t deserve.

At the end of the day the truth is, I haven’t really done anything so far to deserve my luxurious life and they haven’t done anything so bad to deserve their state of life. We were all born and raised in whatever surroundings we were confronted with.

Who’s to say that I would have turned up happier if I was living another persons life or if those people on the streets would have appreciated all they had if they were in my place, living comfortably.

You can’t decide where you’re born, whether it’s in a state of war or harmony but you have the ability to mould yourself according to what has been provided to you. So appreciate it, be kind in your dealings, spread love to all those around you and do not spread hatred at all.

Certainly what you’ll have to account for is your attitude only, so live to the fullest and help those who are suffering to live to the fullest too despite all the hardships they are facing.

Falling for the soul

I saw the spark of wonder in his eyes, the way he’d lose his focus when he heard something beautiful or saw what others didn’t dare to see. Beautiful being the tiniest of details, the way a fellow being whispered to another or how the water splattered every time his sister attempted to wash the dishes. He was mesmerised by it all, he didn’t find the deep blue eyed girl in our class beautiful, I always found him stealing glimpses of the girl who was unwanted just because of her silence, but he heard music in her absence of sound, one that maybe later I heard too.

Everyone ran inside when it rained but there he was sitting in the middle of the road, soaking under the water droplets and staring at them as they hit the stone floor. I wondered what it was the drove him to do such strange things but he wasn’t really aware of it, he wasn’t aware of the fact that he got lost in all of life and it’s wonders.
We were friends, him and I, quite close actually but here I was trying to figure out the mechanism of his mind while he was just busy enjoying life as it was.

You don’t usually come around such lost souls in your life but I was lucky enough to find one. There was beauty in his courage despite the fact that he found worth in objects that lacked importance in other people’s lives, he preserved despite all he had been through, he who still believed there was good in the world. And I needed his enthusiasm, his hope, as us dark things often find we need that light the most. Light that our life lacks because of our inability to be grateful for all that we have.

I enjoyed losing myself, I loved the sensation of being lost while he had a tendency to get lost from time to time and from place to place. And it wasn’t confusing at all to me, as those who enjoy getting lost would obviously be found in the company of those who involuntarily lose themselves. I asked him once, ‘what’re you afraid of’ and he replied with his charmingly witty smile ‘I’m frightened of getting lost, of course.’ I stood there staring into his eyes, which were somewhere else entirely, like always and realised that I was lost.

Not lost in the way you lose your way or lose what defines you, I was lost in his soul, in his confusing perception of the world. I was lost in the way people lose themselves when they fall in love; entirely and not really knowing that they’re falling into the depth of another’s personality. It was beautiful how I, someone who enjoyed losing herself to things and feeling them wholly, was completely unaware of the fact that his personality had such an effect on mine. His thoughts and ideas and peaceful conceptions were moulding my chaotic heart and were trying to fix its scars and join back the fragments of my soul that people that lost.

But it didn’t make sense, for he was lost in the world while I was lost in him and all I hoped was that he believed me to be another beautiful soul in his world, one that could grab his attention more than all the other wonders he had fallen for. I desired to be the principal cause of his lost nature, the one he had fallen for more immensely and infinitely than all others.

 

Heyy ya guys I worked really hard to put a lot of emotion into this so pls comment on how I could improve it further or what part you liked about it. Thank u💕

Whatever happened to hope?

imageThis world scares me.
Whatever happened to smiling faces and friendly glances. Now all I see is hatred, lies and loss. Out of all these I believe loss to be the most common one. Along with how people are it continuously dying, it’s the way people are losing themselves. They seem to know that they have changed yet they still don’t do anything about the monsters they’ve become. At one point in life you finally discover who you really are but now it’s as though that time will never come. I’d like to believe that rather than losing yourself, finding who u are is possible. However the people I see everyday have just accepted the inevitability of imperishable ways which are mostly associated with the need to hurt someone else just to gain benefit. It’s a strange world now and unfortunately I wasn’t able to witness the utopian times of before.

Following loss many things come but the most prominent of all is hatred. Sitting in the car and looking out the window I find people watching everything as though it’s some sort of competition. But it’s not; we are all not here to fight with one another, we are supposed to show God we are better than what he believes us to be. Humans in general forget this fact and tend to dive into the conclusion that there’s only one winner. From school games to international matches, from elections to large scale protests, it’s all fight till the finish line isn’t it? But has anyone ever stopped and wondered what and where that line is?

I think it’s the point where all of us lose our humanity and forget that the person sitting next us is also human. Equality died years ago and those who are striving hard to forge it back may as well give up. Change cannot come with the help of a few hopeful people like you and me. It needs to be conjured as a collective whole, with the contribution of every single human being who is breathing on this earth.

Thoughts of the day

‘The concern is not who you are in my life it’s whether you’re there at all or not. It’s that lingering presence that matters to me, the fact that I’ll have people who know me and yet they decide to continue to reveal themselves and I myself to them. Ur title doesn’t matter as long as you do in favour of it. So be happy if you get angry glares from me or if you’re that certain person that Im continuously competing against. Be thrilled that you’re able to make me smile, be honoured to laugh with me and see me laugh at you while u make a fool out of yourself and be glad that you hold such importance in someones life. I’m giving you the chance to be a prominent stronghold in my life, so cherish it in all its moments and live with it knowing that you make my life what it is.’

Someting i wrote today after I realised the variety of people I’m surrounded with and how every single one of them plays an important role in my life and how the world would be incomplete without them

Commonwealth ✨

We highlight the flaws we see in each other so why not then do we work towards finding fragments of the wealth we have in common in each other as well? From school lectures and small talk in buses, all everyone discusses is how some other person ruined their plans or stole their happiness. There’s a race to find women and men equality, a battle to reach the finals in country debates and a war to always come first whether it be developing nuclear weapons or mobile phones.

These desires are instilled in most human beings whether they’re from the western or the eastern corners of the world. Isn’t this the wealth we have in common? Glimpses of hope in the other team players, hope that the whole stadium shares. We aren’t as different emotionally as we might think we are. Yes class, creed, religion, and region distinguish us but they don’t decide who we are.

When we weren’t the West Indians, Pakistanis, British, Americans, Australians and Asians we were simply given one name, one that we all shared; mankind. Over time counties developed conflicts between one another due to ideological differences such as differing beliefs and values. As seen in the Korean War as well as that between west and East Pakistan. These are examples of how the people of one nationality find distinctions even within themselves. I do not blame the people for all these contretemps with each other, the precedent that has been set about eliminating someone who goes against your beliefs must be blamed.

From streets of Venice up to alleys in Bangladesh, we’ve heard shouts of riots and revolts more often than exclaims of revolution and contentment. We went through the Russian, American, industrial, and scientific revolutions many years ago. But where is that spark now? That spark which drives all of us to work together towards one specific cause. This cause may be the need to attain freedom of speech or gain basic human rights but that is not what I focus on. The beauty of it is the fact that people, mankind rely on the help of the other rather than being self serving individuals. We need more cohesion now that we are so disconnected.

In psychology, the false-consensus effect exists which focuses upon how people believe that everyone shares the same opinion as them. When groups or even governments reach a consensus and rarely encounter those who dispute it, they tend to believe that everybody thinks the same way. This is what causes us to think only about the majorities opinion and in most cases we believe ourselves to be the majority. But as we all know there won’t have to be a majority or minority if we all treat each other the same way.

Wealth does not only refer to money, it is an abundance of valuable possessions. It is our decision to categorise what is valuable to us or not. However we fail to differentiate between what we need and what we want. Valuables are not money, jewellery, land, banks or businesses, valuables are precious things that we can’t replace. What is it that we can’t replace? Everyone needs a minute or even more to think about it.

Yes there is power vested in money and status but really, at the end of the day power isn’t what we’re looking for. Wealth all of us have in common in hope, family and love. Hope arises when we realise we might actually have a chance at winning. This chance only exists after we’ve worked as hard as we can. There is always a glimmer of hope in the faintest of smiles even if that certain someone is going through hell at the moment. Everyone learns to live with the feelings of worthlessness that haunt them. However that very thing we believe is worth the least matters most of all. This is evident from the fact that when flames of fire burn through all our belongings we do not run towards the wealth we might think we would want to save. We run towards our loved ones, we sprint to save fragments of our memories shared with them.

There is beauty in the courage of the fragile fighter, those who preserve despite all they’ve been through, those who will still believe there is good in the world. Us dark things often find we need that light the most because without such fighters no hope resides in us. Everyone requires something to fight for and that wealth is shared by all of us.

All our lives we’ve been told to be kind and generous. But where’s that generosity when it comes to sharing emotions. We need to be able to communicate in order to understand the differences that make each of us unique. Uniqueness is the word we must use not contrast because while contrasting we compare and comparing each other is not right since we all have separate personalities. Another wealth we all share is our differing talents. You may be great at touching the clouds when jumping on a trampoline whereas your sisters may even be able to put a child to sleep with her soothing voice.

‘If u live properly then dreams will come for you. It was an easy time to dream and I was dreaming,always dreaming. It’s about life and how to live specifically about childhood dreams and how we try to achieve them, my childhood dreams, your childhood dreams (immature dreams by Liam Back)’ Another thing we have common is dreams and the ability to vision the future without actually grasping it. Most of us weren’t here when John Locke got the idea of tabula rasa,a blank mind or when Karl Marx introduced his theory of communalism but we study about all of it now. We all share a desire to be remembered like that and that’s why we develop dreams. What we need to do is help each other accomplish them so that we can all be someone future generations reminisce about.

Do express ur reactions to this. It’s an essay I wrote a year ago for the Commonwealth essay writing competition. I can write much better now but here’s to memories of past words✨

Surprises huh?

There are surprises right around the corner of ever single second in your life so I’d suggest you all prepare for all of them beforehand. Not all of these surprises are good, most of them are heartbreaking, some of them slice your soul into pieces and then you’re only left with a whole lot of scattered fragments of yourself here and there. You realise that someone closest to you was the one who broke you, he/she may be your best friend or maybe you thought they were but it’s regardless of the fact that they lost your trust. They lost some thing you had given them to cherish, you expected them to keep it it secure, to keep you safe from the chaotic world but at the end of the day they were the epitome of all that chaos after all.

Guys pls tell me ways in which I can keep my heart from being broken further, do I just stop trusting people?

Discovering people

Before I knew you, I could picture you staring at the sun with your sun glasses on. But now that I’ve got to understand you I realised that you would take off those sun glasses and look at the sun for a few seconds and then look away. It shows how you admire true beauty rather than false perfection. image.jpg