why you oughta take that flight?
Reason is tricky. Sometimes things are more meaningful without a reason. Sometimes things become complicated when you apply reason to them. Sometimes reason makes it easier to justify to yourself and others. Sometimes reason makes it blurry for you and others to understand ambiguity that seeks you.
Reason never made much sense to me. Maybe professionally, but personally, if anything I’ve just found myself complicating things at the altar of reason.
Have you ever been in a panic situation, where you hit the distress button, hung on to woe and let yourself go speed ahead with abandon, without reason, without a moment’s contemplation about the conclusion. It’s an addiction. And the feeling of not being dependant on reason, the obscurity of not being able to explain to yourself, the experience of complete chaos and varying peaks of high and low is beautiful. It’s futile no doubt, coz you wake up to a reality that demands a reason for such transgression.
Sometimes, you don’t want to wake up. You find peace in the chaos when you’re confused. You’re distressed, but you don’t want to let go. You’ve lost hope, but reason is not an option.
In his nightmares, he sleeps so sweet like a child...This is my December.
Reason never made much sense to me. Maybe professionally, but personally, if anything I’ve just found myself complicating things at the altar of reason.
Have you ever been in a panic situation, where you hit the distress button, hung on to woe and let yourself go speed ahead with abandon, without reason, without a moment’s contemplation about the conclusion. It’s an addiction. And the feeling of not being dependant on reason, the obscurity of not being able to explain to yourself, the experience of complete chaos and varying peaks of high and low is beautiful. It’s futile no doubt, coz you wake up to a reality that demands a reason for such transgression.
Sometimes, you don’t want to wake up. You find peace in the chaos when you’re confused. You’re distressed, but you don’t want to let go. You’ve lost hope, but reason is not an option.
In his nightmares, he sleeps so sweet like a child...This is my December.
posted by NEHA DUTTA at 6:52 AM
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