Perfection.

He moved his fingers around the base of the glass cup. Round. Cold. Sleek. Sexy.
Perfect.
And the very next moment the cup was moving towards the ground. More like the ground seemed to be gravitating towards the cup. As soon as they made a connection, the glass transformed into a mass of tiny crystals. Each single shard flying off in every possible direction, escaping the perfection it used to be a part of.
And now as he stands there, watching innumerable little remnants of a once flawless entity; he realizes that there's literally nothing to put it all back together. Each little piece of glass creates its own tiny rainbow, throwing colors over his twisted face; reminding him of all the emotions that stormed inside of him, before he let it go.
Illusion.

Project '3 x 10' - Day 8: Non-sense.

From far away, even the Earth and the sky seem to meet at a single point, but they don't. We're way too ignorant about the far-fetched, and hope is the only thing we can rely on.
But I'm scared of the future, of the unexpected, of the unpredictable. I've hooked up so many people on hope, saying time will make things right, will heal all those hideous wounds, will bring the best for you in the end. But what if nothing turns out the way we want it to be? What if their lives turn into shit? I'll be the one guilty. I'll be the one who elevated their hopes way too high. What if they actually had to take initiative, do something, anything, to put things in order? I'll be the one who distracted them off their paths that they were actually supposed to be on. I'm confused. And there's noting I can do about it.
Maybe it's all about belief. Belief in the fact that God has plans for us. Plans that our minds cannot comprehend. Plans that are inescapable. Belief in the fact that there are some reasons behind everything that happens, and we just have to accept them without questioning. Belief in the fact that whatever happens, happens for good.
I believe that our thoughts can eventually influence the out comings. That everything we see, we perceive, has a consciousness. And that we constantly interact and influence each other, even though we might not know about it. If we concentrate all our belief on something, all these 'conscious' things might agree with us and actually help us. And we can actually change the direction things will head on; turning them the way we want them to go on. Mystic forces. Cool stuff.
This does not make sense at all.

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The Hunter.

The vibration jolted me up. Reaching out for my cell phone, I checked the time.
10:28 a.m.

AI can see Orion, the hunter during the night. It surprises me when people tell me they don’t know anything about the night sky. Have you ever gazed upward, towards the heavens and have seen how fascinating the glimpse is? Such an awe-inspiring glance it is. And how, just how can you miss it. The symmetry. The uplifting sentiment. The shimmering jewels of light against the pitch black background.

Around 3:30 p.m.
Realizing that it was the last day of the year wasn't much of a shock. Nothing important to be worried about. The shining belt, the sword raised, ready to aim for the target-the Orion, it gestures somewhere. Where? I donot have a single clue. But it sure does point out, in there amongst the gargantuan cloud of innumerable dazzling points of light. Should I trace that path? Where does it end? Does it even lead somewhere? Answers, aren't important enough to be worried about.

Around 10:45 p.m.

The smiling faces, ecstatic hearts, glee souls chatting their hearts out. There obviously isn't anything important to be worried about. With the target in front and about to make that single deadly slash, it's hunting for something. The thing. Smart guy, had the correct tools and the end in mind from the beginning. But still havn't been able to get what he wanted. Maybe something is just not right.Something's lacking. I, shouldn't worry about it since it isn't important enough.

Around midnight.
The brilliant flashes light up the night sky, tearing down the pitch black backdrop. Roars, laughs, appaulds. It went away, the Orion. I guess he found what he was looking for. Excuse me, hunting for is what I meant to say. From the overwhelming thought came an upsurging feeling. What have I been hunting for all along? Maybe this all isn't as difficult and tangled up as it seems. Or it might be? Do I have the end in my mind?

Some things are just important to be worried about.
They just are.

December 31^st, 2011.

2:40 a.m.

Something isn’t right. I can feel it. So much lays ahead in life for me. So. Much. And what have I been doing all along.

Nothing.

Right now, at this particular moment, I can perceive somehow that something’s just out of order. Chaos. No, it’s nothing physical enough to be known. It’s more like I’m losing it. Sands of time slipping out of my hand, and landing among the endless array of water drops that’ll soon carry it somewhere, really far away. Everyone does want to belong. But everyone does want to stand out, to be known as an individual. You never know what the next moment might bring for you. For right now is all I have. Enough spending time waiting for that one, stupid moment. It’s a race. And I need to get my shit together. I need to hurry up.

This doesn’t make sense.

None of it does.

2:58 a.m.

True colors

Disguise. How about you get real. Because you might fake the whole world. But how on earth could you lie to yourself. Is it really necessary? To be accepted by those who donot appreciate you for your real self. Is it so hard to live without fabricating yourself, in odd ways? Collapsing outside in, until it gets so humid that its impossible to even breath anymore.
This world isn't really a nice place after all. But that doesnt mean you should shape yourselves the way this world wants to see you. You are the one who'll be living your life, not others. Trying too hard to be a part of something, you'll probably end up loosing what you're already a part of. Putting on mask above masks, until you get to the tipping point. You suffocate.
Open up. Live your life 'cause you're probably not getting a second chance. Let the world see who the real person underneath your camouflage of pigments is. And if they do not accept you the way you are, they don't deserve you. Believe me.

Distractions

  The van came to halt at the red light. My dad asked me to hand him his sunglasses, and I did. Putting them on, he pointed out to this homeless guy across the street. Ragged old man, holding a tin can and a stick in the other hand. And my dad said...
           "You know why I wear sunglasses all the time? So I don't have to look at the ugliness of life. You could even look straight in his face, pretending to be staring at nothingness; and he'll never know."
  That made me ponder over the fact how much things have changed over time. No doubt, we did advance in other fields and made things such things possible that are no different than miracles. But somewhere along the line, we lost our true spirits, that aspect of love and caring that our souls possessed. So much we have changed that we're not ourselves anymore. But why is it...
  Maybe it's because we have changed to become so obsessed, so self-centered and such egotistic beings that that we really don't pay attention to what is going on around us, or who is in need, or anything that pertains to anyone but ourselves. All those emotions, feelings and devotion for other beings are lost somewhere. Or maybe it's not what it seems...

  Maybe it's because over time, as things and circumstances got worse, our lives got difficult and uglier. And instead of endeavoring to resolve those issues, we just got used to of the things, making us numb day after day. And as the process proceeded, it changed us into these conscious beings, who may see, listen and feel what is happening to the world around them; but decide to just ignore it. Living their life on a lie, that things will be better again, soon, very soon. But never really ask this question: Who? Who is going to change everything? Who will pull us out of this abyss of despair and make our lives and thins world, a better place to live.

  Well..I'm positive about the fact that this world is not going to get changed if we keep on pleasing ourselves with all the wonderful things we have. I guess one day we will have to take off those sunglasses. The ones that make this world look nicer than it is. And take a look at the uglier and the darker side of this coin. After all, life is not about rainbows and ponies. Not really.

Beyond the veil.

 Beyond the veil. What is beyond the veil? The shroud that keeps the secrets hidden, the curtain that fogs our minds beyond our imagination and boggles our thoughts beyond perspective. The devil of disguise that never let go of the answers to the enigmas that generations of humanity strived to look for. It’s the mask that keeps those dilemmas unrevealed, unseen, unknown. The masquerade that keeps the facts hidden, ones that make the world go round. But in the end, it motivates us to look for the answers to those conundrums that obstruct us from reaching our optimum abilities.

 Soon as the veil drops, things fall in place. The fog recedes; making the sky clearer as ever and from nowhere comes the rainbow, astonishing and wonderful. And all our existence just screams this question: How on Earth you never realized, never ever knowing that you had the solution. But still you spent all your life, wandering streets and looking for something that was in front of you all the time. Just beyond a mere veil. Eventually, everything seems crystal clear. Secrets, unveiled, revealed.  The revelation.

 Soon as the things come to life, you come to ponder over the facts and realize that we’re actually capable to so much more than we ever even expected. The Recognition. The sunrays coming down on you kindle the hope inside you, assuring that you could still reach for the goal, just reach further and believe in yourself. There is nothing to stop you, nothing in your way to hold you down. You can change the world and you, can change the fate. Transformation. And that’s all what the world needs.

 Now you’re here, beyond the veil. Standing stock still, you look at heavens, not noticing the masses of people embarking upon their journeys to look for the things that will fulfill the lusts their souls possess and will make their lives better. But you are not satisfied, there are still answers to find, ideas to ponder on and dreams to fulfill. But this time, you have a newfound prospect in mind, as you begin to look for what is, beyond the veil.