Self conquest is the greatest of victories ~ Plato
Self conquest is the greatest of victories ~ Plato
Theme: razia by ashathemes.
I woke up in an alleyway, alone and afraid. It wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last. I found myself slumped against the side wall, in the shadows where no one could see me. Not wanting to risk drawing attention to my state; not that anyone was around to care. It was still.
Meditation of inevitable death should be performed daily. Everyday when the body and mind are at peace, one should meditate on being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears and swords; being carried away by surging waves; being thrown in the midst of a great fire; being struck by lightning, being shaken to death by a.
Siting in a room of deafening silence, feeling the clock tick over, in an atmosphere that is stagnating, we ponder the realities that envelope us. While we are guilty of letting personal fault deepen, we find ourselves persistently analysing faults and cracks in the society that surrounds us. where ignorance and intolerance prevail causing a.
I lie awake knowing it is to early. The smell of a newly created day drifts in through the ajar window. The curtains are open and I watch the rain, listening to it beat softly on the roof. The scent of the rain and the sound each drop creates holds an energy of life newly.
A darkness fills the room, and emptiness is created like no other. I sit still, drink in hand. Silence surrounds and flows through the air, it becomes so thick words fail to pass through it. The world sits still, for a time a tranquility is created in the depths of absolute emptiness. I find solitude.
There comes a point where we rethink our lives, our dreams, our desires and the path of our fate. We accomplish the ideals we set out for ourselves so long ago, and now with a mind so open, we are free to explore again. After living in a world so closed, so out of shape,.
I woke up, the sun glowing obliquely through the half opened window, while the room basked in an orange shade of light that brings warmth, outside the sky is a deep blue without obstruction in its path. The light breeze flowing into the room smells of a fresh day, clean and full of life. I.
I sit awake in this dark of night, no thought, no sound, just self. Consumed and just listening. Never have I been able to recognize it so aptly until now, this desolate feeling. Days go on and we watch the world argue with itself, the agony it causes, and it consumes me. There is a.
In the mix of a darkness that had entwined our lives, the struggles we fought, the ideas and beliefs we held, there is always a singular event that catches our soul by surprise. We create rules, images and falsehoods to protect ourselves, measures of survival, we are running from a fleeting idea; an idea that.
Opinion and beliefs are all a product of perception, shaped and moulded on individual agendas, desires and ideals. This perceived insight acts as a proxy between the real world and the domain we choose to exist in. This multiplicity in comprehension causes friction and conflict between identities. Where an external party’s endeavor to influence the.