Isn’t it strange that we know about so many things, especially in this information age and technology? About stars and planets, the wars and the diplomacies, the animals and nature, and everything between heaven and earth. Yet at every moment, every step of our life we are plagued by our miscalculations, always meditating in our regrets and slowly sinking in the ocean of misery of our doubts and hazy thoughts about our reality. Today, I have decided to write once again for my soul is yet again haunted by so many mischievous glares of the worldly disorders, the psychological barriers, and the infinitely indescribable game of my mind.
It was Greeks and the great wise men of Rome, the holy boys of Babylonia and the quirky poets of Arab, the extremely divine sages of Indus, and the monks of the Eastern peninsula who taught us that we could harness the sole and indivisible power of our thoughts to manifest the god within us, to become unfathomable and invincible. Yet of today of all days in the history of humankind, we are most agonized by our miseries and our essence. The greatest baggage we carry as of today is none other than, our existence, our mind, and its mean little games. No other time in human history was so free, so peaceful and so prosperous, and time itself stands witness to my statement as it stands on the wickedness of demonic plagues that nearly wiped entire world or the wars that turned Earth into hell and humans into devils. But no time in history could also deny the fact that now is the time when men are at the greatest turmoil in their psychological domain. It’s as if all these plagues and the wars, the inquisitions, and the tyranny; have all found a way to hide into ourselves and found utmost pleasure in killing us from inside.
This depressing monologue was a cry for everyone out there to just sit for a second, stand for a minute, and introspect for hours about what we are becoming, and where we are going. Aren’t we becoming something like zombies? Dying of our hunger, dying of our joy, and dying of everything that keeps us alive; dying of our ability to love. Yet within these lamentations and cries, the tidbits and the turmoil; somewhere around the corner is our innate desire for freedom and to strive. Being the Darwinist creatures we are, we never accept death so easily; be it physical or psychological. The Greek philosophy, Roman wisdom, Arabic prose, and Hindu divinity, is all somewhere within us and I believe we could all tap into that. Thinking is like nuclear power; carries in itself the capacity for eternal rejuvenation or endless destruction. With this short write-up, I declare my attempt at trying to harness this superpower and tap into my ancient brotherhood that vowed to never give in to anything that goes against the nature of our basic nature; exploration and curiosity.
See you in the next write-up as I try to tighten my hold on the pen that has turned stiff from years of rest and the canvas that is poured deep down into the dust of my whimsical worries and charismatic chaos. Until then amor fati. Memento Mori.
Divine Thoughts 
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