People, the most amazingly vulnerable beings, are being built and crushed by each other. Conquering the reachable horizons of this planet always seems to be below the belt for their egoistic souls. Thus, they end up quenching their thirst by stepping on one another. Every second human, somewhere in his life has have had the desire to outstep another through twistful means. Dark desire drive out the wildest monsters because it is addictive. The adrenaline aura seems sharp and deceptive. Humans outlash without being controlled by their conscious because it's not the conscience that drives them, but the vice versa. Not really clear about what's turning the God-sent angels into the devils of hell, the vice seems to be the ruling force replacing all other rightful forces. Even the inhuman results fail to shake the conscience of these humans. Amongst the dark horses run the white ones too. Being scarce in number, the "good people" are in a hideout saving themselves from getting trapped in the clutches of the darkness. They have succeeded in keeping the harness away from themselves. This may be the reason why the dark horses never win the race because just maybe their stables are made by false and temporary materials.
It's a weird place from where I'll be pinning my thoughts down into words, today. Less regarded of the environment which has consumed me, I'm more strong-centered about doing what I love. Write. They say , "the best of things hit you hard on the back of your head", meaning that what's best for you will come your way when you have contributed your best efforts and least expect the rewards. Somewhat familiar incident took place when I once read in The Tribune's article about how many a bunch had persued the idea of writing blogs . Initially the idea of words didn't impress me. And to be honest I can't even recall the moment I fell in love with writing. It's been a beautiful journey since and there was no looking back from the day I first, nervously, penned down my first blog post. Those moments are vividly impressed in my mind just like they happened yesterday. Writing not only blessed me with an improved level of vocabulary but also a better a...
Well said
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ReplyDeleteWow really nice
ReplyDeleteProbably the white horses are too sensitive and emotional ones that their efforts not being acknowledged or being reciprocated by the so called human around.
ReplyDeleteSo what's next for them?
You heal you grow and you help others do the same.
Yes that's true !
DeleteI really liked the blog but i think if you dog deep into your angle you'll get to know that some white one's are prejudiced as black horses.
ReplyDeleteKindly correct me if I'm wrong.
Great effort though🎉
I do second your opinion. When we narrow things down to 'prejudice', it is like seeing things in mirror view, opposite reflection of what's real. I appreciate your feedback ! Would love to hear your take on my other writings too. Thanks.
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