Journaling- An Endeavour to Contemplation!!

Dear Diary, Have you ever felt how joy feels while reading?? After spending months in frustration and worry, I got a chance to read something because today my internet has shut down and I can’t really watch my study lectures as all are dependent on internet. So, I turn to offline e-book and I tell you, it turn out to be a phenomenal experience. There are moments, when I find myself smiling reading a line from a book- The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir wherein it's introduction part mentions how a tag of “It's a Girl “ and “I am a boy”, in a hospital ward, is going to shape the destinies of two innocent kids. Just pay attention, how a girl is being denoted with the word - " It" as if she is an object and not a human as against a boy, who is denoted with " I". Don't worry, if you don't understand what is it being talked about, i am planning to paint your pages in green with the synopsis and my journey with the book- The Second Sex, soon. I smile thi

Over a period of time, I have known that I possess a highly distracted mind. Such heightened level of distraction that every day I will come up with a new idea, start it, and then drop it in between because something else starts dancing all over me. And, for all the distractions that I possess, I am eligible to say this that it has taken me nowhere. I consider myself a high unsuccessful being in worldly achievements, and a baggage full of information in bits and pieces. I have never been able to understand why I am so distracted that everything and everyone around me has this power to influence me. You tube and youtubers , Instagram, social media, videos, people full of successful career with power and money in their bank accounts, instant gratification - you name the instruments of influencers and there won’t be a box without a tick mark from my side. And on top of all this, my own chattering mind, imagining all sort of things which just comes out of nowhere. A perfect example of

 A short poem- I wonder, Why do I feel lost? Why am I   distracted and keep running behind random goals? Why am I   never content and satisfied? Why am I   incomplete? Why I want everything and be infinite?   Wisdom literature says, The answer to all, Lies in search of self within And nowhere, infinite lies outside. If the light has to come, It can only shine inside.   It sounds abstract to me, What do I search within? Within, I find a wheel of thoughts, Slaving me for hours in its cog. I keep on rotating and revolving, Just like the cog, With no beginning or end in sight.   Just a random day, I take a pause then, And ask these thoughts  of their whereabouts Who are you?  And where are you coming from? What do you want ?  And what you will do,  if I follow on your designed path? Initially, they hesitate and stammer But only then,  when, I see their origin And ask-  is it worthwhile to linger on? They fade away and vanish J