Sometimes I wonder why people fear being alone, being isolated; being left out. Do they not know they still have themselves? Who else can give you as much importance as your very self? Could it be that what’s the problem? Being alone and left to their thoughts and conscience? What do we fear the most? Being left out, unheard; unseen? Or standing naked in front of our consciences? My favorite diagnosis of this situation is the latter. Wait! I said my favorite and not the right one. So feel free to evaluate your own judgments. That’s the beauty of speaking to yourself. You don’t have any obligation to be correct; you have the permission to be audacious and independent in your thoughts. In this cynicism infested world, none the wiser. Everyone has something to hide, something to fear. Weve all done something we regret and don’t want to face them or don’t have the courage to. So weve all hidden our skeletons of conscience, rusted in the flow of time, inside our closets. Weve all swept our responsibilities under the rug. So people are petrified at the thought of facing them. They fear they have to face these skeletons, walk on the hot coals of their unattended responsibilities someday. But they don’t want to and fight shy of their consciences, bury their guilt under the trivialities of mundane strives of life. They seek presence of others’ companies. They assume that the loud noises of the crowd surrounding them will cover their ears from the cries of their consciences; screams of self mortification theyve tried to bury so deep underneath their outer shells .They are so deeply engraved in their own guilt that they blind their own eyes only to allow themselves to turn a blind eye to those things theyve tried so hard to avoid. And hiding in the presence of others allows them to become successful in their pursuit of ignorance. Maybe that’s why people are afraid to be alone. But as there’s always something contravening in any case; a pro even among cons; there is bliss in ignorance too. Like it or not, sometimes, though not always, ignorance can be a bliss. Maybe it’s better to not face the conscience for a while, its better just to bury that guilt and enjoy the beauties of life. So, who am I to blame them? I too have done it once or twice. And my saving grace is I’m thinking inside my head. No trespassers up here. No one can hear you. But sometimes I wish someone were here and they could hear me. But other times it’s best not be heard. Written by : Awan Afiaz
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 15:39:42 +0000
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