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Thursday, November 22, 2012

Comfortably numb

There is a resonance of truth.

It gradually sets in your mind and seeps in your heart. Once it does, it tunes your soul to its chords and plays you according to its frequency. You don't have to put any extra effort to get along with the truth then. It is all peace. Till that time, the vibration creates an unrest which we often fail to behold within us as we are by nature not tuned to the truth. After we are cognizant of the truth, our subconscious keeps throwing light to it and we gradually get used to it. We start living into it and everything we live with, offers us a prospect of moving on. Such is the realization of the truth. We get ready to move on while living with it. Once our chords get tuned to it, we know how to effortlessly switch to the next note without even realizing that we are. The transition might take days and weeks and months and even years to take place, but once it does, we would have by then surpassed the resonance that once pained us.

The truth plays us to its beat and we play it back to the next beat that is ahead. Such is life. Such is living. There is nothing that cannot be lived with or without. It is only out of harmony till our subconscious takes over. Once it does, we get used to it. We still feel that the beats are loud and painstaking to be played at, but then the pain becomes a habit and we become numb. Numbness is the preparation for the next possible transition. Numbness is the step ahead towards something more worth being sensitive at. Numbness is the silent compliance of yesterday with today and cold disagreement of tomorrow with this today. Numbness is the blackhole of feelings that contains it all inside and let everything adhere within for good. Numbness is the key to tomorrow that the truth has set for us.

Numbness is moving forward!

P.S. In the name of moving on and in the name of numbness, re-sharing everything that contradicted - from the Nov. 4, 2012 blog -

I chase peace from one night to the other, and the scar keeps bleeding in the meanwhile.

It's hurting me now - the pain of feeling, writing - not being able to know and not being able to move ahead. But this ache is what I am - I am in every bit of this suffering. It's so suffocating that I know that I yearn for life, for love, for myself - I am constituted of such moments of void and pursuit. This sudden wake in the middle of the night is so me - rest are all my look-alikes!

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