Potato-Potahto!

Life offers us a book of blank pages. Life also promises to refill the sheets when they are all used to the maximum limit. Yet we are afraid to release the truth, mark the sheets with what we know to be true, proven unproven regardless, instead we call upon her sisters to falsely represent her, based on their similarity in appearances. 

We have centuries worth of opinions preserved as texts. Some sacred some outright dreadful . People at no point have been afraid to express their version of truth, I call opinion. 

They wrote when there were no existing language or script. They wrote and we interpreted. Wonder how much was washed away in the Chinese whisper.

When there were no tablets, there were the original tablets. 

Nothing could stop humans from picking up a tool to record their visions!

Doesn’t matter if that knowledge holds true today, or if we even understand the way it was meant to be understood. We seem to give a nod of approval to pretty much anything that’s stood the test of time.

The deities we created with our intentions thrived on the rituals and sacrifices offered periodically. There was a purpose behind every single step involved. Over generations along with the quality of mind, the exactness of the ritual has been diluted. As texts have been passed down, corrected, rewritten with sub texts, the whole purpose of the ritual has been forgotten. Many such deities are lying around being ignored.

Man invoked higher powers in times of need. Like war, famine and pestilence. 

All to save himself from dark times. Darkness to me depicts all that is unknown by the virtue of being hidden. 

Is that something to shy away from?

I think not. 

Darkness is to be relished as much as the light. It is the opposite of Light, It’s the Yang to the Yin. It’s beautiful, interesting, grasping, all encompassing, merging into infinitum. Think about it, isn't it during the period of darkness, the night that all layers come off? Masks are washed, kept aside for another day, minds are relaxed as there is very little light in sight that could distract the brain and eyes into yet another long session of focus with haze in view! 

Being comfortable with darkness needs one to address their own darkness within. As it is during these dark times that the real truth finds a way to rise and reach the point of awareness.

Allow yourself some dark-time. Imagine the sparkle that the night sky creates, right within your mind space. Fill it up with stars, then count them. Something gets released within us, perhaps it’s the power of Imagination that takes over and shows us a damn good showreel .

Befriend your imagination. Don't be afraid to let its imaginary colors fill your mind upto brim with rainbows. Allow your imagination to fill your darkness. Become the Lone Ranger you always dreamed of, coz really no one will walk to the other side of life with you. Be the soldier you always thought you were, make your story a worthy cause to fight for. 

Fill up as many sheets of paper with stories that fill up your mind. Give them meaning. 

Coz what is life, if not for a good story.

Happy Storytelling :)