Does it ever matter to you that you are not creating a greater ripple upon the pond of existence? Why are we satisfied just being the nameless faceless person in the crowd? It has been lying like a wet cloth over my head, and it’d mattered subcutaneously then, but now it matters in the most matter-of-fact way!
Sometimes I feel that, this is totally about me. How I look inward and with that insight how I look outward. With a changed outlook. I’ve pawned every lyrical and poetic quality to life that’d been with me sometime after I started writing poetry. Life isn’t anymore poetical. The blueness of the sky doesn’t matter when you can’t just write.
We have greater worries to claim our own. Some of us have been scared to crap of running into a point wherein we should say, “Oh, this is mediocre. This shouldn’t happen with me. Atleast with me.” Because we are all selfish. Selfishness has been so humanized and we’re all led to believe that it’s a part of us that we can’t remove.
I don’t want to accuse you or me in this; let’s just say that, that’s the way we are (and brush it under the carpet, in silence).
What rings in my ears is the line from the Jaagore ad: “Har subah sirf utho math. Jaago re!.”
Thought-provoking.
I know exactly how you feel bro. Ditto here. Not-being able to write, even when you're brimming with ideas. There's nothing more depressing than that!
Once again… ‘Stop making mediocrity sound bad’