Saturday, 17 May 2014

The Other Truth

     Someone tells you "you're my world" and you tend to believe it. Someone tells you "you're the most important person in my life" and you believe it yet again. Someone tells you "you're the top most priority of my life" and as usual you believe it once again.

     Humans are made in such a way that they tend to believe anything and everything that makes them feel loved, special and wanted. It's the way we are tuned to listen to our hearts more as compared to our mind. Although, we very well know that our heart might fall prey to false emotions shown by any random person but mind will always find the logical reasoning for each and everything that happens to us and those around us. Sometimes we know the truth, yet our heart compels us to believe 'the other truth' - the one that makes us happy.

     Sometimes we are busy finding answers to questions we already have answers for, but these answers aren't what makes us feel right. So, our dearest, Mr heart tempts us to build a world of our own, a world of 'make-believe'. We have our own customised versions of truth and everything happens as we would want it to, only in that small fantasy world of ours.

     For instance, we know that something we desperately want to happen, wont happen. But our heart forces us to find a ray of hope, perhaps a silver lining. I really don't know why we do it but maybe the truth might cause us a lot of pain all at once and that will leave us feeling terrible. While the heart will make you want to believe things that don't exist, stories that aren't real and feelings that aren't true. This exactly explains why we still believe in fairy tales, where a knight in shinning armour saves the damsel in distress, where love stories have a "happily-ever-after", where pooh has only one piglet and where Cinderella finally meets her prince charming !

     The heart consoles you for a while and lets the truth unfold before you in parts. Does it cause pain? Yes, it does, but in instalments. Maybe that is manageable for most of us. So rather than dealing with the pain all at once we choose to suffer little by little, piece-by-piece from time-to-time, as it allows us the liberty to gather the broken pieces one-by-one and get ready to face a little more pain.

     We wish for lives that don't exist, love stories that aren't real and believe that something like magic and luck exists. So yes lets face it, there's no magic and there's nothing like luck. But I have to say that if you work hard you might get lucky, but that's rare, because most of us don't believe in making the effort to get something or keep someone in our lives. All of this is just to fool ourselves and trick our mind and heart to believe something that doesn't exist and keep ourselves happy for a long time.

     All of these memories, songs, love stories, 'happily-ever-after' tales etc. are nothing but ways to keep us glued to our own make-believe world, our world of fantasy. All of this just to avoid bursting the bubble we live in. These things force us to not let go but to keep trying, work hard and fulfil our dreams. But the question remains, how much can you keep trying? and what will happen if one day suddenly we have to face the reality we were trying to avoid? These questions baffle me and I'm sure in some or the other phase of our lives, we all go through this pain and confusion. Whether to accept the TRUTH and move ahead or wait there and keep trying! Is the 'other truth' really worth it? Maybe, Maybe not. Go figure it out for yourselves!
 

5 comments:

  1. Whats ur inspiration? ? To write such a good piece?

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    1. Thank you. and Madam i have friends like you to inspire me! :D ;)

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    1. even i tried to find the answer to the same question but was IN VAIN...

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    2. Thank you so much mam. :D
      And yes the answer is till a mystery! Maybe its better to keep it a mystery. anyways if there was no mystery in life, life would be too boring. ;)

      Thanks for reading. :)

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