Getting Back

I can't stop getting back to The Fountainhead every few years. Neither can I stop asking my loved ones to read it. Its just that I feel so great sharing it. Even if you don't agree with the philosophy, the book is still a masterpiece in all its beauty and perfection.

Forgetting Pieces to make Peace

Whenever we start learning a new language it takes us a while from moving from when we're just beginning to coming into the flow, and when the language spills out of us automatically. Same is with memories. They depart without notice.

Sometimes its not a matter of realizing as it is a matter of happening. Its important we forget. Its more important that we don't realize we forgot. Because that is equivalent to remembering. Sometimes, there is a certain solace in forgetting. Silence is so much better than noise.

Subconscious Settings

Conscious, sub-conscious, super-conscious, etc. seem to be rather complicated terms as such. But it is really quite simple if we try to understand these terms. Knowing what we are doing, how, why, etc is our consciousness. Reacting naturally, and not realizing our concepts about our actions is sub-conscious behavior. Knowing not just our own but about many things beyond ourselves and realizing their interconnection and interactions is super-consciousness.

We dont always realize how a certain incident has effected our way of handling things: why and when we stop trusting or start believing. We think we are like what we have always been. But the truth is that we are as constantly changing as change can be. Every new incident, interaction, conversation and emotion, brings with it a new change in our perception of the world around us. Only when we look closely enough do we realize how people who we thought used us gave something invaluable in return which they didn't know or didn't even intend to. Value is not only what can be categorized. We like it or not. We know it or not, we change. All the time.

Memories and things that remind us of them

There are certain things that remind us of certain other things that may or may not be directly related. Some painting painted by some painter is some other time with some other thought in mind may remind us of some altogether different idea or place or person or event in our own life. Such are memories. Our life that comes to us through things that may not belong to it as much. We all miss people. We all miss times. Those people, those times may never come back. But new ones would. New people. New times. Clinging to the past is never a good idea. Welcoming a change always is. But thinking of past never hurt anybody....

After all, what is life is we keep moving and never look back to realize how far we've come.