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Shame

What is shame If not a ball of Shadows within, More its hated More the heart cries. Open your arms, And embrace the Black  Mix in to make Grey. Steady love and mind For 'tis no shame In being kind.

Small Fears

Waiting waiting an hour passed by Steadily keys clicking clacking Hands trembling clutching white paper A lone figure the black sheep of them all Sits back straight wandering eyes in fright Waiting for a person not known Their small talk seemed too long Sigh of relief afterwards Bringing face a big bright smile.

Regrets :(

/rɪˈɡrɛt/ To feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over (something that one has done or failed to do). Over the past few years, I have remembered many things. Most of them being my regrets. I have clearly remembered how I should NOT have packed my bag for my trip, how I should have not bought snacks, but bought a lot of socks instead.  Why do we regret? According to various sources, we regret if we think a single choice could have given better outcomes. Regret is a negative emotion that occurs when someone's past actions, if changed, may have achieved them better results. Regret is often closely associated with guilt or shame. For instance, you confessed to your school friend, your crush, but they reject you. You may regret ever confessing, breaking your friendship apart and would never confess to anyone in fear of rejection and humiliation.  Or you may feel free of a burden of carrying around some extra feelings for your friend and be free of any regrets of not co...

The Dead

I have always had these thoughts since i was young. I would sit on an open ground and stare up at the stars and think, 'Why do people say that the dead become stars? Doesn't our body work due to  cells. Different cells contain different functions. Brains think based on what they see, hear, smell, eat and touch. So where does the concept of soul come in?' I still think a lot about this 'soul' when I look up at the starry night skies. Do you imagine, that maybe your life is a diary written by someone and you are just acting in it? May be all your decisions have been taken by someone else and you are just enacting it without you knowing it. Speaking of the title, why are people afraid of death? Is it because after that is unknown? Maybe the 'soul' is reborn into a different child somewhere. So does the soul contain your lives memories? Where is it reborn? In the same country or in different possible galaxy? When is it reborn? Far ahead in the future o...