why do we love people whom we aren’t SUPPOSED to love?
Category: Philosophy
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THE MIGHT OF TIME
Sophie Benes, a young idealist, lived in the picturesque hamlet of Philipia. Her unquenchable thirst for knowledge and understanding of the intricacies of life and consciousness led her to spend hours wandering through fields, lost in thought, searching for answers that eluded her.
One starry night, Sophie discovered a mysterious light dancing in the sky, which lead her into a forest. She discovered a hidden grove with an otherworldly aura, including a colossal Banyan tree. Despite her apprehension, Sophie opened a small door within the tree, eager to enter. Sophie found herself in a mystical chamber with ancient volumes, crystals, and objects. She opened a massive book called “The Might of Time,” which portrayed her life with philosophical musings, metaphysical questions, and insights. Each page offered a comprehensive understanding of her own future.
Sophie’s book became a portal to transcendent knowledge, providing glimpses into her reality. It chronicled her future, mistakes, consequences, marital and professional life, and the ultimate demise. Each page taught her moral lessons about her own life’s fundamental aspects, such as time, existence, and interconnectedness. Sophie entered the final chapters, amidst a mystical vortex of light.
Unexpectedly, Sophie heard a voice in the cosmic emptiness. “The ultimate destination of your quest lies within you. However, a small gift awaits you, a highly valuable box, which you can only acquire if you promise not to unveil its contents. In case you reveal the contents of this box, not only will you violate the principles of the universe but also change the narrative of the book you just read,” cautioned the voice. Sophie firmly agreed and departed impulsively, as she had to make it home before dawn. Otherwise, her mother would be livid if she discovered Sophie out of bed. Departing from the sacred grove, Sophie came back to Philipia, transformed by her extraordinary journey.
Upon her return to her hamlet, she was astonished to find herself not at her home. She was in the midst of a land filled with towering structures. Sophie felt a void inside her, and her emotions were mixed. She was alarmed because she didn’t know where she was. She visited an old tea stall and inquired about her family, the Benes family. The gentleman grinned and responded, “Are you talking about the same Benes family, who lived here 80 years ago, lost their lives in a terrorist attack after their daughter Sophie absconded?”
Words were failing Sophie! Sophie felt empty and bewildered, she left the tea stall and headed to a nearby park. She couldn’t fathom how it was even feasible that without even realising, she spent 80 years inside that chamber with only a book to read! She was intrigued by the surreal situation and eager to uncover the truth. She committed the forbidden act, unlocking the little box, which led to her instant death in the park.
The story reveals the bitter reality of time and the significance of silent compromises that we all must make to survive. Sacrifices are inevitable when striving for a reward. Everyone wishes to catch a glimpse of their future, and Sophie was fortunate enough to receive this opportunity. However, it came at the cost of relinquishing her present life and relationships.
Time doesn’t wait for anyone. Sophie read the tale of her 80-year lifespan not in moments, but it took her a period of 80 years to do so. Her added gift was the petite box that safeguarded and confined her life. With this box, she could return to reality and restart her life from the exact point where she left off, armed with the knowledge she had gained from the book. As she was informed, the narrative of the book would be altered once she opened the box, and that’s precisely what occurred. Her restlessness, a fundamental issue that was thoroughly discussed in the book she read, altered her fate in the final analysis.
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City lights
Somewhere between living and dreaming…
The enthusiast with relish is lost…
Made her forget the dreams…
Which her heart once embossed…
She wondered whether she heard her inner voice aright…
The beauty of her eyes lay lost in CITYLIGHTS…
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Hasrat
In the small town named Malana lived a young girl named Hasrat. She had rosy little cheeks and brown eyes that her mother adored. She said that they reminded her of Hasrat’s father who died in a car crash when she was just 11 months old.
That day she had been waiting for her mother for an hour in her school and still, there was no sign of her. So she decided to climb into the regular bus to her village that always left at 2. She looked at her watch, it was 1:30. So without wasting any time, she trotted off to the bus stop.
By the time she reached the bus stop, she was panting and sweating profusely. As soon as the bus started she opened the window and started looking at the trees and fields outside. The bus passed by the market from which her mother used to buy her sweets of all kinds from Raju Kaka’s shop and her mouth began watering after seeing the Rasmalai, Gulab Jamun, and loads of other sweets that were on display.
Suddenly the bus halted and she started walking towards her home and started singing the poem that her teacher taught her that day. Soon she reached the well near which her little sister always ran and hugged her tightly as soon as she came back from school but today she was not there. A very weird feeling crept into her but she decided to ignore it and went ahead. But as soon as she saw her reflection in the well she knew what was wrong. She sprinted toward her home. Her pigtails that were always neat were unkempt, and her uniform was bedraggled. A sudden fear started creeping her and all her nightmares started flashing in front of her eyes.
She reached her home but no one was there. She kept shouting, “Ma!” and entered her mom’s room. No one was there. She dropped to the floor and tears started trickling down her face. She wanted her mom to hug her and console her but her mom would never be there for her. She was dead. Reality struck her and she realized that it’s been a week since her mom passed away and now she lived with her grandparents in the city. Her tears knew no bounds and she sat there in the dark room crying silently.
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True Happiness
Once a time in a quaint little village nestled in the rolling hills, there lived a young girl named Lily. Despite the simplicity of her life, Lily radiated an unmistakable aura of happiness that captivated everyone who crossed her path.
Lily had a secret, a special power hidden within her heart. She possessed the ability to find joy in the simplest of things, illuminating the lives of those around her. Her infectious laughter and genuine smile brought warmth to even the coldest of days.
One sunny morning, as Lily strolled through the village, she noticed an elderly man sitting alone on a bench, his face etched with sadness. She approached him and sat down, offering a kind word and a warm smile. Intrigued by her youthful spirit, the old man began to share his story.
He spoke of lost dreams, regrets, and the weight of a lifetime of unhappiness. Lily listened attentively, her eyes filled with empathy. She pondered for a moment, then decided to impart her secret to him, hoping to kindle a spark of happiness in his heart.
“Lift your gaze beyond the shadows of the past,” she gently said. “See the beauty that surrounds you in this very moment. Find solace in the laughter of children, the song of birds, and the vibrant colors of nature. Happiness is not confined to grand achievements; it can be found in the simplest acts of kindness and the appreciation of life’s blessings.”
Inspired by Lily’s words, the old man’s eyes welled up with tears, not of sorrow, but of a newfound hope. He felt the weight of his burdens slowly being lifted, replaced by a lightness he hadn’t experienced in years. With renewed purpose, he thanked Lily, promising to seek happiness in the little things from that day forward.
Word of Lily’s remarkable ability began to spread, and soon people from far and wide flocked to the village seeking her wisdom. Each person carried their own unique sorrows, and Lily patiently listened, offering them a piece of her happiness.
As time passed, the village transformed into a haven of joy and contentment. The inhabitants embraced Lily’s philosophy, realizing that happiness was not an elusive destination but a journey to be savored in each passing moment. Laughter filled the streets, and acts of kindness became the village’s currency.
Lily’s legacy lived on, as the once-sad old man became an advocate for happiness, sharing Lily’s teachings with anyone willing to listen. The village thrived, and its newfound happiness became a source of inspiration for neighboring communities.
And so, the story of Lily, the girl who possessed the power to find happiness in simplicity, became a timeless tale of hope and resilience. The world was reminded that true happiness is not dependent on external circumstances or achievements but lies within the power of embracing the present moment and finding joy in the smallest of things.
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I met an old lady smoking at a tea stall
100 rupees, that is all I had in my pockets and trust me, this is nothing if you wish to go to any café, am not even talking about a fancy one but the basic.
You know what life takes a turn when you least expect it to and the same happened with me. I love dancing but my parents think joining a dance class when I can learn freely from YouTube is a waste of money. Hence, I finally decided to look for some internships during my post Boards vacation to earn and spend on things I love.
Talking about the turning point in my life, I met an old lady smoking at a tea stall. This is uncommon in a country like India and for me, very uncommon. In my house, we don’t even talk about alcohol or smoking. I was coming back from my friend’s house after playing on PS and saw her.
She was wearing a white saree and blue blouse, I could remember my granny who used to stay with us, we had a not so good bonding, she hated my younger sibling as she was a girl and how could my parents give her birth, they should have aborted her and so on. She never had any issues with me but I would choose my sis over her, OF COURSE. She passed away a year back and she looked similar to what I was seeing at a tea stall except for the smoking part.
I went to her and not making her feel uncomfortable, I asked bhaiya for a cup of tea, I am not a chai person but today, just out of curiosity to know more about that lady, I took one. I had so many questions to ask or maybe just talk to her but I got numb, I was blank when I went near her. She was almost done and was about to leave after paying the shopkeeper and she just left. I stood there with a blank face, I gave tea to the beggar sitting on the opposite side of the stall and was about to follow her but to my surprise, she disappeared.
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Petals of Trust
In a quaint little cottage, a world of enchanting beauty, resided a little child named Alka, blessed with the wisdom of her loving grandpa. Together, they cultivated a magical garden, where nature’s palette unfolded in a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues.
One serene evening, as the golden sun began its descent, casting a warm glow upon the land, Alka ventured into the garden, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. Amongst the tapestry of blossoms, her gaze fixated upon a mesmerizing pink rose, its velvety petals beckoning to her like whispers from a secret realm.
With tiny fingers, she plucked the rose from its abode, cradling its delicate beauty in her hands. Unbeknownst to her, her grandpa watched her with a twinkle in his eyes, appreciating the innocence that danced within her soul.
“Dear Alka,” he gently spoke, “May I admire the rose for a fleeting moment?”
Clutching the precious bloom tightly, Alka retorted, “No, it is mine! I won’t give it away.”
Her grandpa, the paragon of patience, replied, “Indeed, my dear, it is yours to cherish. Yet, might you lend it to me for a mere minute?” And so, she surrendered a single petal, reluctantly parting with a fragment of her treasure.
Her grandpa, adorned with wisdom, smiled tenderly and said, “Thank you, my dear.” However, he repeated his plea, requesting the rose once more. One by one, Alka relinquished additional petals, caught between her desire to keep the rose and her curiosity about her grandpa’s intentions.
Petal by petal, until only the bare stem remained clasped within Alka’s grasp. Her heart sank, disappointment tugging at her innocent spirit. She wondered why her grandpa insisted on the entire flower.
With a gentle touch, her grandpa lifted her chin, gazing into her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Softly, he spoke, “My dear Alka, I asked for the rose because I wished to fashion it into a splendid hair band, a crown befitting the beauty that resides within you. It would have adorned your flowing locks, reminding you of the magic we share in this garden.”
Alka’s eyes widened, realization dawning upon her. The rose she had so ardently clung to was meant to be transformed into a wondrous symbol of love from her grandpa. Yet, in her reluctance, she had missed the opportunity to wear nature’s gift upon her head.
In the echoes of this tender tale lies a timeless message,
Just as Alka learned to trust her grandpa’s intentions, we, too, are called to place our faith in the loving embrace of the Divine. When God asks for something from us, be it a possession, a dream, or a piece of our hearts, He does so not to deprive or diminish, but to create space for renewal and transformation.
Embrace the dance of faith, for in giving everything to God, we discover that His blessings know no bounds, and His love envelops us like a gentle breeze, carrying us closer to the fulfillment of our truest purpose.
So, dear friend who ever read this, when the Divine calls upon you, listen with an open heart, and offer your gifts without questioning. Trust him and he replaces with abundant blessings, love, growth, and a deeper connection to the beautiful symphony of life orchestrated by His divine hand.
GOD BLESS YOU – WHOEVER READS THIS : )
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Life
“Finally”,sighing in relief,she got off the work. Work isn’t it? A job of an actor ,what we play everyday ? Putting on the mask to face the entire world,where truth hides in shadow and evil looms in every corner, wouldn’t it be a lie to say everybody is victim of Corrupted mind? Survival is a game and humans are the players,dancing on the strings of destiny ,fed by the pity of fate?
Everyday is like a challenge, a Rollercoaster with ups and downs of laughter ,tears, horror etc. Is it really the way of life? To be hidden in depth where no one can find you?
Thinking so she stepped on the accelerator drove off her car leaving behind the scattered dust of emptiness in search of solitude.
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Moral of Innocence
From the day you are born its been taught to be kind, honest and good to people, isn’t it? Every parent in this world expects their child to be the best version of himself, to grow up to be a good person.
Well, this world is being processed as a balance of those who succeeded to be one or those who failed. maybe you can say that the proportion of who failed is more. Those failures portray their characteristics to be involved in crime, dishonesty, jealousy, materialism, manipulation and many ore things that have the same characteristics. The successful entities are opposite. People tend to be kind, honest and most importantly innocent.
A person has to be a balance of good and bad i order to survive in the un stoppable cruel world. Bad, to be able to confront the cruel mankind, and good to those whom they love, whom they care about, whom the trust. An innocent person can be easily manipulated. The reason is not that they don’t get it, its that they always see good in people and expect goodness and kindness from them. What could be the reason behind the theory that, good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good?
Some facts and even experiences state that bad things happen to good to test their kindness, goodness and innocence, to see that even after things fallen apart, you stick to your dameanour or not. And those who succeed in this test are the people with no fears and confusions left. They live their life with no dilemmas and a clear vision of life.
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The Tale of Synthopolis
In the sprawling metropolis of “Synthopolis”, a cold and sterile monument to the triumph of technology and capitalism, a man named Madison wandered through the gleaming streets. The towering skyscrapers reached for the heavens, their mirrored surfaces reflecting a distorted reality.
Madison was like a cog in the machine, a faceless employee of a soulless corporation. Day in and day out, he toiled away in a vast office building, surrounded by the ceaseless hum of computers and the indifferent gazes of his colleagues. His existence had become a monotonous routine, devoid of purpose or fulfillment. Amidst the never-ending pursuit of financial progress, Madison felt an overwhelming sense of existential emptiness. The relentless pace of life in Synthopolis left no room for introspection or genuine human connection. Loneliness became his constant companion, an invisible weight that dragged him deeper into a pit of despair.
In this futuristic techno-capitalist dystopia, even relationships were reduced to mere transactions. Virtual reality had replaced physical interaction, and people hid behind digital avatars, exchanging hollow pleasantries and empty promises. The screens that surrounded Madison served as a constant reminder of his isolation, a cold barrier separating him from the warmth of genuine human touch.
One fateful evening, as the neon lights bathed the city in an artificial glow, Madison stumbled upon an old, forgotten bookstore nestled between towering megastores. Drawn by an inexplicable yearning for something real, he stepped inside, the creaking wooden door served as a stark contrast to the polished perfection of the outside world. Within the bookstore’s musty embrace, Madison discovered a collection of forgotten books, their pages yellowed and worn. He leafed through the words of long-dead authors, their prose carrying a weight that seemed to resonate with his soul. It was as if these forgotten voices reached out from the past, beckoning him to explore the depths of his own existence.
As Madison immersed himself in the stories of the written word, he realized that he was not alone in his struggles. The characters he encountered grappled with their own loneliness, their own battles with meaning and purpose. The books became his companions, offering solace in their tales of triumph and tragedy, and igniting a spark of hope within him. Inspired by the written revelations of philosophers like Karl Marx and Jean Baudrillard, Madison sought to bridge the gap between the virtual realm and the physical world. He yearned to break free from the superficial connections that had plagued his life and find genuine human connection. Armed with newfound purpose, he embarked on a mission to create spaces where people could come together, away from the suffocating grip of technology.
Madison’s vision soon materialized in the form of small gathering places, where people could engage in face-to-face conversations, share stories, and explore the complexities of their existence. The spaces were devoid of screens, encouraging genuine interactions and fostering a sense of belonging. Word of these havens spread like wildfire through Synthopolis. People hungry for authenticity flocked to these places, craving the touch of human connection that had eluded them for so long. In the midst of this awakening, Madison realized that he was not alone in his struggle. The collective loneliness and despair that pervaded Synthopois were a result of a shared longing for true human connection.
Through his actions, Madison inadvertently ignited a non-violent revolution against the nihilist technological regime. The people of Synthopolis yearned to break free from the shackles of isolation and rediscover their humanity. As the city trembled under the weight of discontent, the once-sterile streets began to resonate with the sound of footsteps, laughter, and the vibrant energy of genuine connection. And hence, in the heart of this techno-capitalist dystopia, Madison became a beacon of hope, a symbol of resilience in the face of a dehumanizing world.