IRREGULAR THOUGHTS OF A MIND IRREGULAR
Everything in her life was as important as the excrushiating pain, especially the physical pain.When it finally passes, she doesn't want to remember it and when the feeling comes back to her, she immediately wants to forget it.It would be wasteful to completely dwell in it. That would continue the pain for the rest of her life. Won't it? She should treat all painful memories of her life like that enormous ache one must not dwell in.
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When one writes, one is quiet. Isn't it?
When one writes, one is silently sitting down. Isn't it?
When one is writing, one is not running around desperatley to calm one's erratic thoughts. Isn't it?
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Listen to other's angst
Eyes and ears, the faculties given to you, use them.
Listen to other's angst.
Watch the oppressed, un-fortunate human beings and do something to ease their anguish.
Observe, watch, look.
Don't tell your story
It's been told a million times
Listen to the story of others
Other's who no one listen to.
Their story has never been written.
Write it down for them.
Never to be questioned
Only to be written
Write them on your own under your own privacy.
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Seeking for listners to hear his story.
No one around
No one is intersted
Hurried masses don't have a moment to hear his story
Every one who has a story should be a writer, not a talker
Be a writer
Write it all down
Don't seek audience
Don't seek sympathy
Don't expect sharing your thoughts with others
Sharing is understanding
No one has the time to really understand you and what you think
They insist on you being obediently paying attention to whatever they need to say to you
Write your thoughts down
Even if there is not a soul to read them
Put your thoughts on a piece of paper
Have a pen or a pencil and a cheapest posible note book to scribble any and all thoughts which are
occupying your soul.
Cheapest note book allows honesty
Very expensive note book will hinder your truth.
Money is a hurdle to the truth.
Go to the 99 cent store and get a notebook and you will be so free
and that freedom will refresh your
scribble.
Then go back to the 99 cent store and buy another note book
I hope you always have 99 cents in your pocket.
You will be lucky if you do.
Sit silently alone in a private space and write about whatever comes to you.
Don't talk to anyone on your way to that secret private space
reserved for your thoughts.
In-fact talk to no one, silence has much more soothing colors.
Be still and silent
Thougts need peace.
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I want to awaken my faculties
My eyes and my ears.
They have been comatosed for eternity.
Amaze your listless faculties
and something amazing
has to happen to do that.
Not the usual nonsensical riff raff
Find something amazing to amaze your ears, your eyes.
See a beggar on the street and feel for him
See an oppressed person and try really hard
to free him from that oppression.
Let freedom breathe
Let dignity breathe
Let children play
Let children have no fear
Let children live
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Thank god after so much trauma, so much waste,
so much loss of time,
so much pain
The answer came to you.
Haven't you been looking for the answers for so long?
What's the point of a long,
lost search if some,
kind of an answer doesn't pay any attention to you?
I hope you will stick to those answers
sincerely and diligently.
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It's all absurd
Everything and everyone indulging in their intellectual pursuit
without any sense of respect for the truth.
So sad, that this is no longer a place,
for the expression of truth...
It has to be laced with lies
till it's face is completely hidden,
obliterated, eliminated.
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"Last year I didn't know what to do with myself for happiness."
Chekhov
'Always condescending about my authorship."
Chekhov
'The stress of painful memories, write it down."
Chekhov
"It was stupid, but it was good. It was fun. "
Chekhov
"No cheating clerk,
no faithless wife
has cheated as my fate has cheated."
Chekhov
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