“People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.” Neil Gaiman’s words are haunting me today. Should I have called this ’13 Random Thoughts – Part 2’? I wonder. I have been wondering a lot lately. And weird things have been popping up…
- Once upon a time, I realised that clouds were not like cotton candy, were not fluffy, and I couldn’t float on them.
- And then I started to wonder… what if… what if there were such things as parallel universes? What if at this exact moment, when I’m typing this, another Me is flying to a country I (present me, that is) never knew existed? The other Me would be unveiling the conspiracies of cartographers (thank you, Mr. Stoppard!) while I keep losing myself in a myriad of words. I do hope my parallel self is as charming as I am, though. Just saying.
- I do not know if I believe in luck – an ephemeral temptress (read: mistress) who seems to always glide among the shadows, and remains unreachable, unlovable. Frustratingly so! Does not believing in something make it less real?
- People are always in a hurry. Where are you going? Which train (bus, if you’re in Mauritius) do you need to catch? And would calamity really befall if you missed it? Why can’t you be a few minutes late? If you can’t, why didn’t you leave earlier? I’m starting to compile a list of things that bother me. Watch this space for more.
- Chess aesthetics are a paradox or a weird combination of harmony, symmetry, and complication.
- One of my favourite words is ‘ethereal’. It evokes so many things in my mind, like an otherworldly scent of cherry blossoms and rainbows, things that make me happy, and a curious child. Language is mesmerising.
- Questions keep swinging across the playfield in my head, a tennis match of sorts, or rather, a Quidditch match of sorts. I am, for obvious reasons, the Seeker.
- I like to compartmentalise my thoughts. I open one drawer, read the notes, and then lock them up for another day. I wonder if I could compartmentalise the people I come across – preferably not in drawers, but there are some I would love to lock away for safeguarding, and some I would just love to lock out of my life forever.
- Gratitude is too often overlooked, because we feel that the world owes us what we have. Nobody owes us anything. This isn’t a business; it’s definitely not give-or-take, nor can it be an individualistic game. Something to try (do it, why try?): The gratitude jar: fill it up with positive things that happened to you over the year, and read them all on New Year’s eve, or anytime you feel like the entire weight of the world is on your shoulders.
- I cannot decide whether I’m sad or happy sometimes: can I be both, or is there a middle ground where I sit cross-legged and contemplate the mysteries that surround me? I don’t know, but it’s oddly calming. In the words of Tennessee Williams, “If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.”
- No matter where I go, I remain a believer: in beautiful things, in comforting words, in worthwhile moments, in poetry, and most importantly, in myself.
- There are some people who walk about, and it feels like it’s always raining on them – not just any kind of ordinary or torrential rain, but dimly-lit showers reminding one of joy bursting through an evening sky…
- It doesn’t take much to create beautiful chaos. It really doesn’t.
I’ve read that people have on average 70,000 thoughts per day. I wonder how many you had while reading these. This was supposed to be a fun post, but I guess it’s just one of those days.
November 21, 2016 at 12:06 pm
“Ethereal”! We have the same tastes when it comes to how words sound 🙂 I first came across this word thanks to a program named “Ethereal”. It was such a vivid word, I could almost hear the mental image of the word in my mind. It was a powerful word!
Thanks for the beautiful post 🙂
There must be parallel universe where you were born a dude and went through gender re-assignment and have an LGBT-focused blog. Hmm. I wonder if we’re friends and whether I’m reading your posts there! Haha 🙂
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November 21, 2016 at 12:35 pm
That mental image is exactly what I was referring to; glad you can relate! And thank you for reading. I don’t need to be a dude to have an LGBT-focused blog.. lol, who knows what’s next?
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November 21, 2016 at 2:32 pm
I enjoyed your random thoughts, the magical way you wonder, and beauty of your writing. ❤
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November 22, 2016 at 11:37 am
Thank you for stopping by. It’s highly motivating when you appreciate the writings 🙂
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November 21, 2016 at 7:08 pm
This is one of your post, where I re-read it like three or four times. I wanted to grasp and mull over each and every thought and by the end of fifteen minutes, I was deep in melancholy, the lowest I ever felt. Relax, it’s not a complaint, I somehow believe the objective was achieved, if indeed those thoughts were meant to touch and to connect… 🙂
Every thoughts connecting to some bits of self-introspection. It’s a roller coaster of emotions, and I loved it.
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November 22, 2016 at 11:38 am
Objective attained indeed. And thank you for the high praise.. it means a lot! Seems that you were able to relate because I was in that nadir when I was writing.
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