YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD A LIE

 You have been told this lie that you are born broken, incomplete and this life is nothing but a pursuit to find pieces to make you whole, to find someone else to make you feel whole. As if being YOU for who you are is not enough, that you have to go on this divine journey to find someone else, to find pieces scattered around the world to be you. It is a constant struggle, isn’t it?

 

You stay in the dark pit with a false hope that one day, in the middle of the night, someone would magically appear out of nowhere and it will all make sense. Every poem, every movie, every bollywood song will make sense at that single moment. We always had a thing for fairy tales and happy endings.

 

You always wonder, what does it mean to be a whole? People have seen enough strangers at two in the morning who talk about stars, the way leaves fall on the streets, about how everything is so deterministic but we look for a poetic side to feel a little something, a MEANING.

 

Words are funny that way, you know. They tell this lie that you will find pieces that will make you complete in a two a.m. conversation with a stranger, but you always end up leaving a part of you in them. Does that mean, in the end you are nothing but an empty shell of someone who is scattered around with strangers that you no longer remember? Perhaps its all contradictions, or may be someone being complete is someone being empty.

 

Perhaps we are limited by these boundaries. You are made to believe this is who you are, a close arbitrary space, nothing more and nothing less. So, you end up finding pieces to fill in the space and throw out the things that no longer fit. Yet, it never feels complete, often it is suffocating, and often its just emptiness. Some people are entwined in a way that makes them feel more, beyond the edges of who they are to a new found solace. Some, last for a few hours and some a little more.

 

Anyway, for me it does not matter who is complete and who is empty, the fact that matters is WHO I AM? THE REAL ME. The world and the life where there is no one else except I. It’s not MAIN AUR MERI TANHAI, Its just me where I have no one to judge me, where I make my live according to my wish.

 

And finally I say that I AM FOREVER COMPLETE.