I closed the door and lay on the bed thinking ..
What should I do?
What do I want in life?
The demand of people is increasing day by day. There is no end to the demand. The more we have, the more we want. Everyone just compares to something better and more. But once and for all he does not compare himself with anything less or worse. Looking up, there is regret and regret.
People reach the final destination of life by competing to climb to the top. When people say to the Creator that many of my dreams, desires have been fulfilled and I don't want anything. Instead, people fall prey to unfulfilled desires. He complained to the Creator about what he did not get. The car of human desire and desire will stop only when life comes to an end .. !! Humans are strange creatures,
If all the desires in life are fulfilled, then that person will not live long. If you stop taking air, if you give up food and drink, death is inevitable!
Of course not. All creatures will die one day, this world will burn one day in the embrace of helium-helium. But thinking about death, does the nurse calculate if she wants to leave the patient? One day you have to die, stay today, there is still something to be done in America. Is the pursuit of a single life, as opposed to a possible death, worth so much? Well let's catch the precious e. Open the book. Let's see the axioms of the numbers? Don't know? Ah, if he goes to calculate without knowing it, the higher authorities (if you have one) will get angry. Wouldn't the time have been better without him? Let's see this Rabindra Sangeet:
Just come and go, just float in the current, just cry and laugh in the light and darkness.
Just seeing, just touching, just wanting to go away, crying,
Only new greed goes ahead-- false hope is left behind.
The broken ball of endless desire, the broken fruit of hard work,
A broken boat floats across the river, thoughts die in tears-- broken language.
Heart to heart, half-identity, half-talk is not sang,
Shame, fear, half-faith, only half-love.
It may be better to stay in reality, but if you take more calculations, you will realize again and again that it is floating in that current. Be a laborer or a business magnet, you will not get more than 100 mileage, even if the engine is good and the goat does not fall on the way!
If the desire is endless, the poet says, even if you work hard, you will get broken results. He met, touched and saw, but ran again to understand the calculation. Looking back again with tears. Loving and below. In my opinion, when it comes to calculation, this mind will be repeated again and again. As we usually take integers. Some take binary numbers. Friend or foe We call them Radical. They cannot survive in an agrarian civilization. Even if you take integers, but not a happy life. There are a number of irrational, complex, imaginary, serial numbers in life. What kind of algebraic structure. It is not easy to know, you have to work. But there is also a joy in seeing them freely. I am against looking sideways without closing the book.
A soft air fans the cloud apart; there comes
A glimpse of that dark world where I was born.
Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals
From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,
And bosom beating with a heart renew'd.
Thy cheek begins to redden thro 'the gloom,
Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine,
Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team
Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise,
And shake the darkness from their loosen'd manes,
And beat the twilight into flakes of fire.
Taken from the poem Tithonus. This poem cannot be said to be separate from the real. The world has started to be dark. Like the previous poem, Moodke is associated with this poem here. But then look, look at the sky even if there is no significant other. Get up in the morning. The sun is rising. Beat the twilight into flakes of fire. Feel it. What a wonderful way to screw people over. The question of perfection does not arise when you are going to get what you did not even dream of. It may be time to get involved in weaving. Take a closer look at this poem by Walcott. You may find this helpful:
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Suddenly I noticed .. the answer is inside my room!
The fan above the head is saying - keep the head cool all the time!
#The roof says:I will always try to go to the top! This is not the end. The bigger the foundation, the bigger your building, the bigger the roof, but the infinite open sky. That means there is no end or limit to life.
#The window says:Take a good look at the outside world! When you open the window of your house, just like the morning sun flickers, open the window of your mind by giving up all the attachments.
#The clock says: Every time is very precious! That time leaves behind. Aslam will not get it back
#The mirror says: Look inside your mind, think first what you are doing, then do it!
#The calendar says: Plan and get ahead of your competition!
#The door says:Try to fulfill the goal of life with all your strength. Don't close the door with regrets about one thing in your life
Make way for the good to come
I got up and started walking towards the door
"" "Don't be so upset about everything before you get grounded. If your mind is not united with the ground, then there is either violence or condemnation, hatred or arrogance.
So prostrate on the floor and seek help from the Creator "!! Because that is my true identity.