It was just a regular usual morning while I was commuting via local transport to my office, when suddenly I was struck by a random suicidal thought. As the vehicle kept crawling in the almost steady traffic, while people honked and appeared frustrated early in morning, and the sun just started blistering heat, I looked out of the window from the bus, and gasped, "That's why people commit suicide."
As a kid, I loved going for morning walks with my father, even though I equally hated waking up that early. My motivation for this was my Father. If he told me to wake up, then it doesn't matter if I had just completed like 23 minutes of sleep, I needed to get up. No ifs and no buts. Plain and straight.
He's a pure enthusiast about a healthy morning walk and I, a little less of pure, but liked accompanying him.
Mornings had been always an amazing experience. The chirps, the fresh air, the serenity, and the peace, no matter what's going on in your mind, every turbulence used to get tranquilized somewhere. And you add something intangible to yourself.
Those used to be the days when I need not to bother about going office or something, and loved carefree mornings while today is lot different. Its meaning has changed a lot. Every morning when I look around I see everyone is in hurry and in rush but no one really knows where he is headed for. They are trying to get something but are unaware what they really want. This miscommunication is making our lives much more miserable.
All these unnecessary stress and the misfortune of being unaware of our desires is driving us crazy. With every passing day, its making us more shallow and hollow and empty, as we are all getting lost in finding ourselves somewhere else.
Such aimlessness, protruding in our mindset is trying to revolt against us. Every time and each single day. Its like some weight which is sinking us down to a point from where recovery is irreversible.
And and when the revolt is too stronger to sustain, and the cuts are too deep, and the weight is too heavy, and there is nothing left to recover for.. People collapse. Like the leaves from a twig, they just break themselves off. They just get themselves free of this ever-binding chain. They commit suicide.
This is such an absurd feeling yet there is no doubt about its exactness.
I wish mornings would have been better and merrier for everyone. I wish.
He's a pure enthusiast about a healthy morning walk and I, a little less of pure, but liked accompanying him.
Mornings had been always an amazing experience. The chirps, the fresh air, the serenity, and the peace, no matter what's going on in your mind, every turbulence used to get tranquilized somewhere. And you add something intangible to yourself.
Those used to be the days when I need not to bother about going office or something, and loved carefree mornings while today is lot different. Its meaning has changed a lot. Every morning when I look around I see everyone is in hurry and in rush but no one really knows where he is headed for. They are trying to get something but are unaware what they really want. This miscommunication is making our lives much more miserable.
All these unnecessary stress and the misfortune of being unaware of our desires is driving us crazy. With every passing day, its making us more shallow and hollow and empty, as we are all getting lost in finding ourselves somewhere else.
Such aimlessness, protruding in our mindset is trying to revolt against us. Every time and each single day. Its like some weight which is sinking us down to a point from where recovery is irreversible.
And and when the revolt is too stronger to sustain, and the cuts are too deep, and the weight is too heavy, and there is nothing left to recover for.. People collapse. Like the leaves from a twig, they just break themselves off. They just get themselves free of this ever-binding chain. They commit suicide.
This is such an absurd feeling yet there is no doubt about its exactness.
I wish mornings would have been better and merrier for everyone. I wish.
