Phobia soaked air

There is some fear at every place known and unknown. Fear for thyself thinking what will thy do in life -- will thy ever come up in life?, fear coz of the existence of other homo sapiens -- what will they think about us when we do this?, fear when we think about the future -- where are we goanna land up in life as clocks tick faster in time?, fear carried away as a legacy from the past -- reminding the wrong things that happened to us, existing fear that is torturing us at present -- the struggle for survival of the fittest, fear that shrills our whole body when we see a horror movie -- watching it at midnight all alone, fear that will elope our soul when we see our love going away from us -- when we really miss someone dear, fear to answer the questions -- posted to us by our peers, fear to question the wrongs -- that happens in front of our unwrinkled eyelids, and at last the eternal fear that we are forced to inhale which is soaked with phobia -- this is the air that we inhale to pump the heart and lungs in a proper manner even after knowing very much that it is venomous.

This air is highly dangerous to inhale. It’s impure and unhealthy. It’s claustrophobic and dyspeptic. It changes you completely. Even if you have every attitude to grow up fine, this air loosens your spirit and drives you incapable in life. This air feigns the existence of a virtual invisible human wearing a velvet glove, holding a knife, intending to kill you with a force that basically thrashes you down and keeps stabbing your already dead soul till it gets tired, till it intends to stab, till it wants to stop and till the knife bathes excessively in red blood.

Fear thwarts progress, curbs revival, stops existence thereby denying one the freedom to dream of a rosy day when sun would rise in the west, stopping you from making hay while the sun shines. The phobia soaked air enables you to feel the life after death even before you actually die. The phobia soaked air enlivens you to stay running on with infected defunct cells which cannot divide further.

Speed thrills, but kills. Fear kills and only kills. Lets be fast enough to filter fear at the budding stage itself so that we can speed at a pace that’s comfortable for us coz life is short and there is no time for fear. When there is not even enough time to stand and stare, there cannot be even a nanosecond to sleep with fear.

Order in disorder

Randomness is just disorder not yet ordered. So there is nothing called as permanent disorder. It’s only a matter of time within which chaos turns into harmony. Disorder is an element whose life is ephemeral in reality, and which dies to bring order into eternal life.

So when you see something in disarray, remember that it’s just a few minutes away from getting arrayed. Never worry after doing some messy stuff coz right things are just inside the messiness. Never even bother to fret about some crap that you did coz craps are funny and just funny. Just go about passionately divulging the experience that you enriched few moments back which might be considered by cabals as sacrilegious or irreverent.

Perfection is good but not nice. When everything is perfect there is no fun in life. Cracks, holes, crevices are the basis for eternal happiness and hence need to be inhabited into the building blocks of the cytoplasm.

Relish the ecstasy that you get when somebody says that you are a crack or you are crazy or you are mad. Actually these signs in you indicate that you are funny and you are jaunty. So never seek to be perfect in anything.Enjoy life as you want to be.