The First, 1

The sky is dark blocking the rays of the sun....making it difficult for me to look for the right. At times it feels like it wants to avoid me. Life still seems like a big blackness.....all the colors mixed to it. Sometimes.....like a ray of light, that black light is broken and instead of the blackness bursting into a thousand pieces it just seems as if the whiteness of life and clarity seeps out of it which then flows and through a prism and displaying all colors of life from which dreams are painted, design is inspired and forming another art of life.

Many people find beauty in the color white or the other colors consisted in it, I find beauty black, in darkness where every color has its own distinction unlike white which strains the eye. Taking the scene of a beach, during the day, the suns rays fall on it(the sand or the sea) which are reflected and if that were to be captured on a painting it, the point of reflection would be painted white against the blue sea or in lighter shade than the prominent blue or the honey-ish sand. Taking the same scene at night, the sun has set and the moon is high in the night sky, above the sand where its light is not caught by the sand or the sea for the rays are distant and lifeless (suns rays help in photosynthesis, promoting life). But if you look at the sky then you shall notice that the stars shine a certain warm light which is received by the eye. As compared to the moon, the stars produce light not merely reflect the sun's rays and not forgetting the sun is also a star.

This is the scenario of my life in short. You must have noticed the way i have drifted from my views about color and how black stands out and then carrying it on moving to the way light is received and perceived, mentioning the warm stars, the bright sun and the frozen moon. And then i tell you this is the scenario of my life.....can you link the relations....can you think the way i think.....obviously not being another individual but you can still, perhaps, understand the way I feel but to make things easier, for that let me introduce myself.......

Signed,

Anonymous.

An Introduction

Do you want me introduced as the way I perceive myself or the way I am perceived? To myself I am and will always be just me. If you want me to introduce myself the way I am perceived by others I shall not have much to say. Perceived by others in what way? To them as a person or to them as an individual? To them as a friend or to them as a stranger? To them as me or to them as I or me to their naked eye? I cannot assure you the introduction to me by others is an impression or who I really am. But there has to be someone to realize the person inside this body, the person inside this mind and this person's soul which you have found through these words.

I have lived 15years of life , till this moment, of being myself through a child and through a teenager and also through an adult in the form of innocence, adolescence and maturity. Innocence, perhaps still a part of me. Adolescence, perhaps a bit of me. Maturity, most of me. Living with adults you learn how to think and talk like them, adopt their morals and values but respecting them is your choice…..

Morals and values lead you to being a better person as long as you preserve and respect them. They might not always seem right but then it still brings discipline and certain balance to life. Yet , things easier said than done. But once you have the right attitude, mind-set and faith , there is nothing that can stop you from achieving your goals. At the end of the day, its you who should be proud of your accomplishments and victories. I still have a lot to live for and achieve, so that, at the end of the day I have no regrets and I'm satisfied of the way I've lived and what I did with my life.

I do not believe in perfection, because there is always room for more perfection/improvement. Nothing stays forever, not time, not people, nor you nor me, nor these words or these feelings/thoughts or memoires. Not even the lives we live or the universe we live in, even the earth we habituate on is constantly moving. How can perfection last forever, in that case?

Mistakes are made to learn from, to make us realize what we have taken for granted, to bring us back from our dreams and down to reality, to make us live the present and bare the consequences of our actions. I do back in re-living the past, for it has left and gone too far behind, we shall have to live for the present and prepare for the future.

Things in life are never simple , not clear as black and white, guess that’s why we live such colorful lives… :)

Cheers,

Anonymous.