The Monkey Mind

Each of us carry with us a legacy, the legacy of life. Built years after years, decades after decades and lifetime after lifetime, built upon the vast sublime consciousness that recognizes itself and the history of its race, the legacy of life, the legacy of humanity that was, is and will be. There may come a time when we may evolve to such a life-form totally different from who we are, like our fore bearer, the apes/chimpanzees or whatever life form our genes carried before them too. Still, the legacy of life continues despite the change in the form.    We revere the legacy, the legacy of winners; the few elites, but the truth is in our soul, there lives the legacy of many, the survivors. We overcame so many losses, so many failures, propelled by few bright moments, to live on and share the best part of us to those who are not existing but will someday in the future. If time is a flowing river, for some legacy might just be an insignificant twig, an ole boat or a broad ship or a

(PC: https://www.artpal.com/may22?i=33892-6 ) Love, implies intimacy, the opening of one's soul to another, and much more. Manifestation in the physical such as hugging, kiss, attention, or just a deep affection, all of these is different facets of love. Love can be physical or platonic, self or with others,s and many more. During this greatest hour of lock-down, self-love is important, maybe more so than other forms of love.  Staying isolated for so long with oneself takes a lot of toils. There are hobbies or activities one needs to be preoccupied with to stay sane. To do so, one needs a deep understanding of self in the form of interest and self-discovery. People may be financially weak or strong, socially awkward or socialite, couch potato or fit maniac, everything boils down to the simplest element when one finds oneself for at least one moment, with oneself. Forced to think about all those things when one did not, leads to a lot of energy and do so one can take the simpl

Man. That is how we identify ourselves as. Most of the senses to understand and interact with the environment and mostly life itself, is where our most vulnerable part is; the face. That why face is important be it physical (beauty) or social (reputation), more so in our Asian Heritage. Beside our intellect what is there to be proud of? Allocating that part, the face as a measurement of beauty and perfection and after that the body structure, it is a hindsight which we have difficulty to undo. We believe physical optimization equals to the intellectual and financial success even though it is not so. Only few and far between care what lies in the mindset, when one compares to the perfection man so aspires towards.  As we are inclined towards our inherent nature of consuming or in other words destroying to survive and more importantly developing and utilizing tools to mitigate the weakness inherent in us, we aspire towards the perfection. We destroy the world to remake it in our

(PC:  http://www.minitokyo.net/Vagabond ) Everything begins with an idea. An idea grows with time, and man; homo sapiens the wise creature loves ideas. For ideas is where he sees pattern from its pre-existence of origin to eventual conclusion. As it  is, it may seem harmless, but how can a dead man influence one who are living now? It is of course the idea which is no more in its original essence but has evolved to something else. Man as a evolving being himself, he must define his evolving being, his different states of mental and physical existence with the number of ideas he is equipped with. Idea is more than a tool or weapon it is akin to the essence of his existence. Influenced by ideas that are evolving time and again, in tools of social network such as Facebook, Twitter and so on, we are influenced by those which leaves us with a deep impression to our inner being, a kind of connotation. We seek justice for those who are not, make fun of those who seem to be ignorant or stupi

(PC:  http://anubis4_2000.tripod.com/SciFiArt/tomorrow.htm ) Time: unknown Place:  Army Headquarters/garage As an new intern i was helping the officer, he was telling me, even if I just worked in the desk with the lowest appointment I will learn a lot. The setting was that of garage, I can see the vehicles moving around. The vehicles were being repaired, reassembled as per the standard protocol they were assighned to.  Next thing... It was late at night I realized I was alone. I walked to the nearest buildingwas it storage i am not sure through the door, found myself behind the door in the darkness, I could feel a kind of fear, then I saw it, the monster tentacles in its mouth pushing me from the other side, with great pressure I let go one of the doors it fail down inside so I pushed out with my body facing my should er out, I ran out. Full of and er line in my body, I found myself on the stairs the corpse of the monster down and another coming to life on the first floor

(PC:  https://www.pinterest.com/pin/509047564113142864/ ) I need you to breath for me "  these words have been engraved in my heart if it so exists. It is a magical word, indeed. Seven words to make you fall in love. Ah.. romantic! "Wo ai ni" Tu es Belle" "Te amo Carino" and so on, they convey or try to what one feels for another. Even the famous quote, I know from Star wars is enough to express connection between any two. Alas we have pretty much used all our vocabulary in different language the expression, yet we still are searching for the perfect words to convey our imperfect feelings. There is a sadness for those who are still searching for the perfection walking lonely in the habitual monologue of life in this blue sphere. We have searched for so long, and it is so precious, and the life we have is nearly to the end, still we have not truly found it, though we believe so die hard we have felt the glimpses of the feeling called love. It is like the

Fallen, that is what they call her. Dark wings, yet still beautiful. She is more humane than humanity itself. She knows what it is to be like, like a lonely soul, truly alone, none to guide. Perhaps growing up is always difficult and it is accompanied with heavy feelings, a well of loneliness, only mortals know, they are mesmerized by the surface without learning knowing or understanding what is behind the beautiful surface. She learned with time the human depravity, greed and surprisingly rare kindness. The world has to know and thus her new direction was to bestow upon herself the heavy chain of morality, she gave up immortality, the cycle of divinity , she broke it, but it never was easy, so she accepted fate, she entered the new cycle of Samsara, cause and effect, and thus she was reborn. Thus she came to be.