Hopelessly Hopeful

We live in a crazy world. Let’s be crazy diamonds, the ones that are crystalized from the immense pressure of being alive! Shine no, crazy diamonds.

What's the point of going through pain? Why does one need to go through it - whether physical or emotional? Some may say the endurance makes one strong. But for what? After all, we are all moving towards our end, so what's the point of this pain? How does enduring pain make any difference to our death?  As I asked the above, the answer also surfaced. Pain is not just individual. It is also a catalyst. I can't feel someone's pain, that's personal, but what I can feel is empathy and show compassion for that person. Guess, that's another purpose of pain, to understand if the other person is empathetic enough about someone's pain.  Other than the physical pain, there is emotional pain too. And somehow women have been able to address this better due to the leeway they get to express their emotions freely. Men, however, have been raised to bottle up their emotions. Larke rote nahi , is such a cliched. Kyu bhai, unko dard nahi hota ? Men are not "allowed"

I love to doodle. If I have a pen and a paper, I doodle on an auto mode. I don't know how many pages I have filled with doodles while I attend meetings, especially the ones over a call. Somehow, doodling helps me in retaining key points of the call too, instead of being a distraction!  It was not until Covid that I took up doodling seriously and explored it's facets through abstracts, colors and monochromes.  After long picked up the pens again. Loved the fiesta of colors 🙂

Heard this guy? Have been following him for some years now. I love his poems. They are simply awesome.

Nadan hai wo use samjhaye koi  Baat na karne se mohabbat kam nahi hoti - Unknown