Try till you succeed!

If everything happens for a reason why to try again if you fail? Do we fail because we were doing it wrong? Or because we shouldn’t have been doing it in the first place?

Do we try again because we aren’t willing to accept the reason so in one way to try and change it and accommodate it as per our liking? Trying gives us hope, that maybe, by at least one of our attempts we may accomplish our selfish goal. Is hope really that hopeless? Merely an illusion created to console our ego? To keep it moving in the direction we want by keeping it alive?

Wouldn’t the reason then be lost here? Rather than a universal reason, more like a manipulated and selfish one?

Maybe then failure would be because the reason we want isn’t the reason we need hence unintentionally we ourselves contradict our intentions by multiple failures and so arises a higher reason which we overlook and yet somehow achieve.

Universe creating order out of chaos? But then again even chaos is due to limited extent of human logic, i.e. if we don’t know something it’s not that easy to understand it. Is that the reason why we travel through suffering?

Is the observer separate from the observed? After all, the observer doesn’t see the observed as it is but as he/she thinks it is.

Everybody has a reason, but your reason isn’t my reason, and that makes all the difference. So if we let go of selfish actions would it make us let go of failures? If this being the case, wouldn’t failure be considered as reasonable success itself? So is there really such a thing called trying?

'Till next time!
;)

Does it really matter?

This is supposed to be an introduction. But then again this isn't a novel or a book. Nor is it something which needs to be understood. It's supposed to be something to start with. To give you an idea of what I am, of what there is in store. But would it really matter? I am nobody you would know and still someone hidden deep within you. After all everybody is the same, we just do different things, and at times try real hard not to. See? I started rambling already. I'll just end this with a poem. The title being "Words".

Anger, hatred,

Love, fear,

Just words,

Impersonated,

To all that’s near,

A masquerade,

A disguise,

To rebate,

Unwise,

But selfish,

Yes,

The anguish,

To oppress,

True meaning,

True is it?

Or just demeaning,

Just a stitch,

Words are what?

Meaningless, naught,

We talk, we speak,

But we say, we mean?

Pure what once was,

Now adulterated, impure,

An incoherent dross,

What once was a cure.

'Til next time!
tchau ;)