The End of Everything

Everyday without change the worst moment is the morning when I have to get up from bed and the best moment is when in night I go to sleep, sounds strange but not for me but why ? What happens in between, I thought for the reason and got that I actually live truly when I am asleep, and in the morning, I used to realize that this is the world of Performance, I have to perform beside everyone sometimes as a friend, a student, a son, a brother, a candidate, a citizen or a professional. Beside every face there is a Judge, for every act there  is Judgement, for every judgement there are opinions, for every opinion there are views, for every view there are likes or dislikes, and  people feel proud for their likes or dislikes.

Where for every thought there are processes,  people learn process and they call it research,those who knows maximum numbers of process are also rewarded and respected, for every truth there has to be proofs, for every desire there is limitation, for every word there are synonyms and sometimes the synonyms has more importance than truth, where with feelings comes possessiveness, with possessiveness comes desire to control that is attempt to seize your freedom, with desires comes selfishness and selfishness is suggested as essential ingredient for survival. 

 Where for love there are standards to achieve there is investigation for being trusted and you shall be believed when you will pass the exam, there are Ideals for every action, where achievements are more important than innocence, where those who are considered successful are given the licence to suggest everyone, where if you are not trying to impress others you are declared antisocial, there are never ending tracks where you will be forced to run as fast as possible, where people will suggest you don't do what you enjoy but do that which can impress and entertain, where artificial smile brought awards, where greatest puppets where adored as masters, where its not important how much you feel the more important is how you convince, where its not important what you see the more important is how you describe.

This is the End of Everything, everything that is meaningless but new, everything that is ordinary but beautiful, everything that is purposeless but interesting, everything that is directionless but brings endless satisfaction, everything that cannot be Judged, cannot be described, cannot be defined, cannot be confined, cannot be controlled, cannot be possessed, and cannot be taught.

                         ( From the pages of my diary written on 25th Feb 2012)