Introduction:
Greetings, my name is Aaquib Nazir; I am 18 years old, and i wrote this article or prose; or whatever you may call it; when i was 16; so that means my writing skills are still in an infancy stage. Here, I have tried to express a mind which, believes that the existence of truth is must for the existence of reality; without having any sense of consciousness; he tries to look around himself and search the Truth; in emotions and his own theories; questioning himself, at times; letting his emotions take over his mind; ---in short trying to figure out where the truth lies; either in his messed mind; or somewhere out in the even more messed-world.
- - - Enter a “Messed Mind”- - -
(Someplace where reality prevails by subsistence of truth; where conscious has no meaning, at all.)
Writers note:
[A mind is a terrible thing to get lost in, and those who do, hardly make it back undamaged, I pity on those who do, because – to get misplaced in an intellect, means to be messed up, and that’s its attractiveness. A horrible magnificence indeed... but still, it is a beauty.
A mind’s notion is not to be wasted, even the dimmest consideration, is the noblest one. To express our outlook, means to express our mind and to express our diverse way of thinking, means to give dawn to a: - Messed Mind]
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“Where the world ceases to be the stage for personal hopes and desires, where we, as free beings, behold it in wonder, to question and to contemplate, there we enter the realm of art and of science.” ---
Albert Einstein.
“Guru”
“In this world, there triumphs a continuation of a new world, which is the cause for a belief of this humanity; I can only fancy about a human race of only a charity, where there is no disparity, no comparison, nothing erroneous, nothing accurate.
---If there were no inequality, there would be no relationship, and if all were incorrect, nil would be precise and if the lot were exact, nonentity would be off beam. –But… What if there was only zilch? Then, would there be whatever thing? Would there be the whole lot? Would there be zilch itself?
-Almighty has made ups and downs, but can we even envision ourselves obtainable where everything is as the crow flies? No “ups’, no “downs”?
We consider there is no consign akin to that, for the reason that, we never believe no matter which resembling to, we don’t trust, that is why we believe zilch is nothing, that is why we imagine and accept as true, that, what we notice is _the whole thing, but the accuracy is, - there is no reality.”
“Logic---Perverse”
“Ending for beginning, to stop, to once more commence to conclude, ---has been a perpetual and regular edict, a neat commandment.
It is a difficult ease we in no way perceive, as to become aware of it, we will have to break up from this set.
To undo, merge and maintain combining, till its demise disembarks, face it, to be separated, to justly alienate.
-If all this practice had been plain then the straightforward would be more effortless.”
“Extreme Vision; Absolute Destiny”
“My compassion bawls for a lone trance to spot on. Simply, a single inclination needs to be fulfilled, for my liberation, for me to suit gratis, to be open to opt not to be free.
My end lies in a lay where nearby is a merely solitary outline in the offing, waiting for my onset, maybe for my homecoming. A set where only that being shall lie next to me, a state where survival doesn’t needs to be. There is a place where an archangel waits, who has not altered into a seraph yet, but still is one. I want to be by it, I want to sit down at the side of it and all I want to do; is to lie nearby, be idling there, quiet & still…eternally.”
“Nippy Twitter”
“A barrier of difficulty around the wits of “The Messed One” leaves no space to go in or go out. To go through there is not a bit, but to way out, there was the opening itself, which doesn’t exist anymore as it has gone absent delayed period ago, through the outlet;
-A breach, through which slides of every flash of our living can be witnessed, is alluring us, to peep.
A rapid glance through the past and into the future; seems like a daydream, despite the fact that, to see the factual present is the concrete one.
-Dash; as fast as you can, from your past, from the present, to stop in the future:
-To bring to an end: lead, and to go ahead: stay.
Achieve either, since to recognize its origin; the horde is powerless to uncover any reply.’’
“Provocation”
“Calling all messed seekers of the shady to appear along me to subsist the mode I do---just to pass on. Blemish this world with my clogged eyes, sense its agony through my dull-empathy, and listen to its snivels with my deaf ears, and bystander the splendor of verve, from the foe:
Mesmerize yourselves by staying with a mere slave and join his slavery, as well and then, get lost in his--- messed-acumen, from where, you may never rise and even if you do, then carry on “my” malady, which might be the cure, for the call for heal.’’
“Indoors My Top”
“Blankness and void-ness, is all I can find in the heads of men, combating every second with their own fabricated realities; fears and hopes; which they see as an actual route to the truth. But we see what we accept as true; so in this humanity of mixture: Is there any difference between opinion and practicality at all? If there is then where is the accuracy? Who among us is two-faced and who is telling the fact? A million dollar question for which gentlemen have spilled a good deal of blood, and still are killing, making wars, based on their entitled authenticity. So, is the truth lost inside our heads? Or is it some where out there, outdoors, waiting to be revealed? Or is it indoors, in some one’s skull? -Maybe in my top? Maybe not.”
Belief attained beyond demur, afar faith.
End.
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Written by:
-Aaquib Nazir.