A cosmological mess?

(Is it really that easy to understand a human mind?

I personally hate it when someone says they understand me or know me completely,

I feel enraged inside, why?

Is my mind so deprived that it can’t understand it’s soul,

While the other person is claiming that they can?

Can I, as a being be perpetual?...)

 

The wrecked mind, the aged body, the feeble eye, the wretched heart and the luminous soul; can never return to be the same again, well because it has already been touched by the aspects of life;

on every stone that has been stepped,

every air that has been inhaled,

every scar that has been carved,

every thought that has been shared and

every feeling that has ever been felt….

And that’s what makes us the rarest archives of all..

I have always felt trivial watching the night sky comparing myself to this colossal universe which is still expanding while I am in the verge of thinking and writing about it (I won’t lie, I feel unimportant). The cosmos that never ends makes my dreams expand while narrowing my existence and making me feel frivolous simultaneously.

But today I shall see it in different light, possibly the one that soothes the wound of triviality.

I don’t know to what extent is it ok to compare but I would like to imply human an individual as galaxy…………. Of course, metaphorically.

::: An imperfectly perfect blend of cosmological rays and divinities carried out throughout the past towards the future... coexisting in unison as far-fetched acquaintances.

For it is never empty, not even the void ….…

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“Be yourself’?  There’s no particular “you” in here.

“You” was never there, “You” is what you choose to be, it’s what you ought to become.

There’s just an essence that lies within u which u shall find and treasure while trying to explore and mold yourself into someone u will cherish forever...
Because people are in fact as I said, the archives of whispers that borders their brain, of experiences they feel and of art they carry within their body.

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A galactic museum?

I don’t know if it’s the right word but I love how it sounds maybe because I see myself like that or should I say want to be seen like that..

We do indeed carry tons of things within us, don’t we?,

be it through our own experiences

or being someone else’s evidences.

We aren’t secluded. Just like how the galaxy where we are living, the inner one which lives inside of us is also always inflating with the collections of pages we read, terrains we watch, thoughts we process, tunes we hum, arts we envisage, melodies we dance and most importantly of people we see and admire…..

Imagine a galaxy watching the luminescence of the other one, admiring it without the judgements of the projection and criticism of it’s constituents because as a matter of fact, those fragments are never meant to be seen directly but to be found in depth..

For eyes are meant to project your inner cosmos,
not to judge the surface of another,

Being seen isn’t being known…

So, can the longingness ever unfold?

Can we really expect someone to know us? Explore our inner cosmos?
I mean people are already too busy being lost in their own, so is it worth putting up expectations in other’s head?
We are never devoid of options and choices, we are only devoid of that assurance and courage which shall embark our identity further……… So, let’s hope that we do find someone enough to get to know them first instead of willing to be known, let’s hope our galaxies collide in perfect frequency creating a euphonic space that’s worth experiencing and living for…. 

[Ever imagined that chaos could be so beautiful? Well it’s inside us……. Weirdly connected through the clusters of unsaid words, clouds of unseen arts and rhythms of unheard music creating a not so harmonic cosmological mess…….]