Now?

Where are we?

We plan out our lives, then rush to get results. We make to-do lists of events, then forget them once they become tick-marks. We photograph monuments, but do not remember the walks through parks.

We immortalize food with filters, but do not savor it in the company of the beloved. We fit live concerts in our phone screens, but do not connect with the performances.

We plan for the future, reminisce about the past, yet do not live in the present.

What are we rushing towards? What makes tomorrow better than today? What promises a better future? Would we regret our past in the future because we didn’t pay attention to our present right now?

Are we there yet?

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A Cursory Glance towards Enlightenment

The cursor is never afraid to erase the past and rewrite the future; never afraid to move forward; never afraid to begin a new chapter; never afraid to create a story on a blank canvas.

The cursor is an artist. An artist that draws a line to shape a letter. A letter that brings meaning to a thought. A thought that connects an idea with another. An idea that builds a new story one sentence at a time. A story that forms a world full of possibilities and dreams. A dream that transforms into a wondrous reality. A reality that binds the world in existence. An existence that projects its vision into the artist.

For a true artist who begins with observation and continues with practice, the journey matters more than the final masterpiece, because true knowledge is obtained on the path of learning curves.

Learning curves are like knives, some start dull before cutting sharply; like rivers, a smooth flow turning ferociously; like bridges, two worlds join while bearing stress aplenty. Those twists make you stronger. Those setbacks make you tougher. Those failures make you smarter.

Without doubt those twists are excruciating; those setbacks are faltering; those failures are never-ending. But sometimes we have to bear pain to realize our threshold. Unless we push our limits, we cannot expand our horizons.

We are told to be patient; to wait for the results. We are asked to work hard, and we shall prosper. They say practice will make us perfect. We’re promised that perseverance will take us places unreachable.

Yet we are constantly restless; we find ways to circumvent situations; we keep hoping for improvement without efforts; we give up easily when the going gets tough.

That’s just a part of human nature; not whole of it. Humans learn and survive. Naturally, learning paves way to more failures than success. Most common learning technique is to do as we see; most commonly forgotten rule is to see how we do. We do not realize how important it is to not only see, but to observe; to pay attention; to open our mind.

If we want to learn well, we must understand the secret of making mistakes. Even though we are open to knowledge, we fall miserably short of the true masters of learning.

Children.

They are the true essence of human nature; inquisitive, carefree, joyous, and enthusiastic. They do not hold back. They cry, and laugh, and jump, and run. Their day begins with questions, and nights with dreams. Their dreams are filled with wonder, and they wake with splendor. With each breath they live in the present; with each blink of an eye they absorb the moment.

It’s the innocence of adolescence teaching us essence of present tense; live in the moment, immerse in the surroundings, forgo the past, and welcome the future.

Can we realize the importance of now? Can we ride the wave of opportunity? Can we be ready for change? Can we let the fear of failure go? Or will we give up because it’s too hard?

When we cannot find an answer, perhaps the question doesn’t matter. When the journey is not easy, perhaps the destination doesn’t matter. When we cannot visualize the future, perhaps the perspective doesn’t matter.

If it is meant to be, it will be. It’s not about the inevitability of our destiny, but the acceptance of the underlying journey. Perhaps that’s what the cursor is telling us; to keep ticking without worrying about what lies next; to keep moving without waiting for the end.

Judgmentality

We are born with a shapeless, formless mind; a mind enthused to understand how the world works. It realizes one thing very quickly – competition is everywhere. Not all competitions are riddled with entry procedures, nervous breakdowns, or even victory speeches. But they have one thing in common. Whether you win, lose, or merely participate, you will be judged.

Judging is not a real problem, until it becomes a part of your perception. Have you met those who judge you before talking to you? What about those who judge after hearing a rumor? And you surely must have met those who call others judgmental.

Judging is Judging

That day is very far when you won’t be judged for your appearance. Your face, race, height, weight, voice, choice — are all subject to judgment. “Women are bad drivers”, “Guys don’t understand the emotional problems”, “Fat people are ugly”; statements that don’t make logical sense tend to carry a false truth. Judgment Day is when we would get to know our fates; now Judgment Day cometh everyday.

Appearance is one of the many facets of personality that seem to matter. It has now extended to the things you carry along with you. You become ‘cool’ when you own the fruit phone. You may not need it; you may buy it to show that you can afford it. You keep it on the table in meetings; your trouser pockets are big enough to fit a shoe. You know all of the advertised features; you want to prove that you know your phone. You do the same even if you have the space phone. You fight over which is better; you fight over who chose better.

The judgmentality is sown so deep within souls, that it’s growing with us, nourishing itself onto us. It’s a part of our life that we don’t want in others, but want to keep for ourselves. Without it, there are no conclusions, no deductions, no inductions. With it, there are ice breakers at parties, snickering at passersby, rejections at offices.

Being judgmental is often mistaken for being funny. People make snide remarks with sarcasm, and expect others to laugh with them. It might be funny for everyone except the person being made fun of. People tend to appreciate the remarks only if they are not meant for them.

We need to be raised to appreciate the beauty on the inside. That appreciation is lost somewhere. The overwhelming choices of products that claim to make you younger, prettier, handsomer, is increasing. Sadly, and untruly, they also claim to make you better. We are giving way to more options for being judged.

As with everything, there is a fine line between judging and criticizing. The latter, if done correctly, might help you and your friends improve. The former pushes people away from each other. We are already growing in population on a limited land, and getting farther away from each other. Human beings evolved to be social; our rebellions today are making it more difficult to hold on to our roots. How far can we grow without strong foundations? How tall will we stand before the winds bring us down? How long will it be before we accept each other as we are?

We are the missing links of each other. The only way to connect them is to open up, and welcome the difference.

“Be curious, not judgmental.” Walt Whitman (Poet)

One

My sister suggested that I transform the passage into a poem. So I did, without changing the words. I hope this makes a better read.

One does not simply escape the path of the destiny.
Follows, curses the Almighty for forcing the walk, cries.
One does not simply fight the Lord.
Asks, begs to be provided, curses.
One does not simply thank the heavens.
Smiles, enjoys the rewards, forgets.

One is ungrateful; One is demanding.
One wants what One does not have; One depreciates what One has.
One commands respect, but does not reciprocate.
Why, because only One is deserving.

One dares to dream, builds, earns.
One flaunts, does not share.
One steals, hates being robbed.
One hates, hates to be hated.
One loves, needs to be loved.
One holds on, never lets go.
One worries, does not assure self.

One creates, then destroys.
One acknowledges, then ignores; One accepts, then denies.
One gives, then takes away; One mixes, then separates.
One shows, then hides; One sees, then flees.

One attempts to confess; One tries to redeem.
One is unique, just like everybody.
One remains a mystery; One is always considered evil.
But One is necessary.
One is a savior; One is a warrior.
One is mute; still speaks aloud.
One has ears; still does not listen.
One has a heart; still does not feel.
One has a mind; still does not think.

If only One could stop falling; If only One could stop hurting.
If only One could realize the truth: there is no One, only its Shadow;
The darkness inside awaiting to swallow; and then there is the Light, yellow.
Open your eyes, oh One, Time awaits you tomorrow.
Open your ears, oh One, Life calls you to follow.
Open your mind, oh One, it is the beginning, wallow.