You wake up, stumble out of bed in the flimsiest way possible, your eyes still half-shut, with a massive headache, dazed. You go to the bathroom, splash the ice-cold water on your face, look up into the mirror, and as your body adjusts to the shock, suddenly you don’t recognize yourself anymore. You still look […]
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The Wind Of Change..

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You wake up, stumble out of bed in the flimsiest way possible, your eyes still half-shut, with a massive headache, dazed. You go to the bathroom, splash the ice-cold water on your face, look up into the mirror, and as your body adjusts to the shock, suddenly you don’t recognize yourself anymore. You still look the same, and apart from the dark black circles under your eyes, nothing about your appearance has changed; but you can’t help feeling different, like you’ve been possessed by another soul, like you alter ego has emerged from deep hibernation and is finally taking action.

It’s funny how our character is built, we are born a clean slate, a book filled with empty pages that get gradually filled with every experience and action we do, writing all the way of our journey, turning the page at every intersection. Family, friends, surroundings, idols, all contribute in the uniqueness of our self, some in a direct way, others in the darkest corners of our sub-conscience, ready to emerge at any moment, modeling our interior. As we grow up, we become more aware of the things that affected us, people who destroy us, and events that still tickle our memories and turn us upside down. Sometimes, the people we love most, break our hearts to dust, then go around sweeping what’s rest of our humanity, many stories make us less caring, shining, glowing, they take out the worst in us, our bitter part that we struggle to keep hidden, the bad that always pushes to beat the good in us.

Many believe that “Ignorance is bliss..”, Orwell mentioned a world where “Ignorance is strength”, at a first glance, one would abhor such a statement, I am, after all, a knowledge-is-power, the-truth-will-set-you-free kind of girl.  But I stopped to think about it for a while more.  Is ignorance really bliss?  Or not?  Never?  Or sometimes?… Does Ignorance gives you strength? Do I really want to learn about the ugly truth about this world, about how people kill and destroy for power, how the “common decency” is referred to being used in a utopian world, how there is no love, trust, loyalty and respect, but to gold and matter… Do I want to get to the point of losing faith in humanity… Do I want to sit around all day speculating, thinking to myself, psycho analyzing my every move…

You get the towel, throw it on your shoulder, shrug, get out, go on with your daily routines, hang out with the same people you know, taking a top view, all looks kind of unchanged, only nothing is the same anymore.

“Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me–”
― George Orwell, 1984

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