Not Another Inspirational Poem

You were made to witness thy world full of sorrow and pain
A world of fallacy and spiritual bureaucracy.
You were born to struggle and find thy wounds of humanity
Wounds which would bring blood and feed the hunger you feel.

So…..
If you cannot accept reality, burn yourself in hell.
If you cannot see yourself as a bullshit, bite your own shell.
If you cannot use your nose to recognize your filthy smell-
Better start to be ashamed and from there you dwell.

You’re an insufferable man of this short society
A person cannot build his own sovereignty.
State of your own capability, cannot fight for your own dignity.
Your life is just a dust on the street! Oh! that is your reality.
And pain of the humanity…..

 

The Novel of your life is the unbureaucratic search for love.
Aleph Alpha Naught Naught One!Painful

“What would I say to the 30 years Older Version of Myself?”

One of the usual questions people is asking to themselves is “What would I say to a younger version of myself?” But I would like to ask myself something opposite to this one, which is “What would I say to the older version (30 years from now) of myself?”

This is actually a good question to better understand the future and learn how to improve our attitude rapidly faster than we would commonly have. If we could stop for a moment and ask ourselves with this question, then we can start living the answers and be the best future version of our life. This isn’t an exercise for realization, but more of a question for betterment.

I’m already 23. This is the time where we usually begin to gain a bit of life’s perspective. People may say that this is a time where we still have so much to learn, age where we can explore and be a little spontaneous. But we also have to understand what the Philosophical Theory “Existentialism” emphasizes, which is “the existence of a person is the one who is responsible in determining their own development or failure through acts of the will”. It means that whoever we are in the future is the result of our actions and decisions today. But going back to the question and doing a little mathematical commonsense, if I’m 23 today it specifically means that 30 years from now I would be Fifty-three (53) years old. I have so much to tell to the future version of myself; I would definitely like to do a tete-a-tete and an unending day of conversation. But surely, one of the things I would say to the older version of me is ‘Congratulations for being alive at the age of 53, enjoy your retirement and travel around the world. Also, please don’t forget to read again the blog you posted when you were 23 regarding the question “What would I say to the 30 years older version of myself”’

If we know ourselves better and we know the processes of our thoughts then it is possible for us to see our older version. All we need to do is to stop all boundaries and allow our hearts achieve our older version and travel the path of betterment for the better us. Trust me, in three decades from now, our older version would be more mature and understandable because of the experiences, exposure, and all opinions and thoughts they heard from other people.

But most importantly, here’s another question we should ask yourselves today “Am I ready to face the future version of myself?” Because, all the lessons we learned and will learn are the same lessons they leaned from the decades of humanity.

But I definitely suggest, Talk to the older version of yourself, so you could be a better person today 🙂

EGLAF

Urban Dictionary describes “Eglaf” as a word that literally has no meaning, which can be used in place of any word.

Since the beginning of eternity, I feel like I’m totally like an eglaf. Someone who has no meaning and no reasons to exist (Well, My Blog’s name “Nihilist” can explain). I have no idea whether this is a gift from an unknown god or jinx to the selected humanity.

People keep on believing that life is a process of determining the reasons of their existence. Knowing what philosophy to believe, style they should posses, and dreams they should pursue. Believing that life is short and should be cherished in every way possible. But I’m constantly asking myself, ‘Who am I?’, ‘What is life?’ questions which cannot be answered by anyone and unable to asses by the most intelligent neurons of my brain. But thinking that I can write and create my own philosophy is a step out of an ‘eglaf’, I may not be a person of dreams and faith but I know that I am a person of skeptical attitude.

I have principles; I have emotions, affections, and lusts, things which cannot define an accurate existence rather fuels of an essential living. ‘Changes are the only constant in our lives’ weight, height, age, intelligence, emotion, etc. This also proves that constantly living with changes is one of the reasons not to define myself. Everything is changing; life is changing, so am I. I should not be bothered defining my steps because my surroundings will still believe on their own posits towards how I live. Whether I live in my best or worst. I will let them define who I am and continue driving my undetermined endless road.

There are many things that can define who I am, actions that could lead to the next picture of my life. All things which can change in the next years, months, weeks, days, hours, or even a blink of an eye. All I should believe is I am who I am and I am who I should become because like an eglaf, I can be someone which cannot be defined by anyone.

 

Re-post from nihilistubermensch.blogspot.com/

The Secret of Creation

We have been made to believe that life is a story of survival, a game of living in the arena of torn and shadow. Days of several surroundings, strangers walking and taking glances to an unideological struggle. This is how we live; this is how we consider the gift of “Creation”. Stepping to nights and days; making noises to collect the memories which would die in the infinite shallow of stupidity. People can see the lights for freedom but vague about the reality of the abandoned world.

We have been taught that lights can only be found in the philosophy of faith so that reprobates of religion should be thrown in the heart of prayers. But let me share a little story on how everything in this world was created:

“There was a ‘powerful’ foolish guy who went out of his cosmic dwelling and orbit around. He liked the blue most and spat life to it. Then after that he named himself as the god of all creations.”

It is a choice whether to believe in Miracle and Ignorance or believe in Intelligence and millions of reasoning, understanding, and comprehension. We are a jet of unpredictability, a piece of universe fighting to win a hopeless war.

Believe that there are assurances in doubting; believe that forlorn can be the meaning of true happiness, and life without science is blind. Be certain to all uncertainties and from there, become alive.

To Fall or Not to Fall

     I started writing when I think I fall for you. Your distance five feet away from me makes my body shiver like there’s nothing I can do. The way you smile, the way you fix your hair when you think your head is sweating, the way you pout your lips when you are irate, and the way you laugh when everything seems perfect.

Let me tell you a story of “a broken that broke a broken”. Once, there was a broken came out of a cosmic dwelling nook, the broken tried to cry but only broke the eye of the unbroken surroundings. Broken was calm, but bleeding inside, a place where only an unknown god can see. Broken smiled, broken laughed, but broken never happened to be unbroken. One sunny night, where lights can see the wind and wind can see the sky, a skeptic man walked in sight, trying to figure out the hows and whys of life. Broken forgot the broken life and created its meaning for the skeptic man. Life was a tremendous sheer demean pleasure, until the day that broken broke the broke of the skeptic man’s unbroken broke and broken became only a particle of their unbroken love.

     I started believing when I think I fall for you. Your optimistic pessimist approach makes me wonder what kind of man you are. The world will never think about you, the world will never remember your queues. But how far is good to evil, how possible god uses a veil and how idiocy can cover the natural bureaucracy.

Let me share you a poem that has a thousand meaning and view.

“The Poem Traveler”

You and;

Me

Forever…

Shall I go to an undefined peace or merely to a place of narrowness and foolishness?

An article for “The boat of the Sailor”

Forgotten

What you know about me, you don’t.
What you learned from me, I learned from not knowing myself.
I am the dystopic version of education.
I am the randomness of the world.
I am imperfect and my worldview is oversimplified.
I am a myth. My existence is a work of the mind and a work of art. I am a necessary
creation of history.
But on the morrow everything about me will be refuted.
And everything about me shall die.
Forgotten.

Aleph Alpha Naught Naught One!