Every once in a while

Every once in a while, you let go.

You remove every restrain off of that inner voice waiting to pounce and grab the world that lies there, up for grabs. This is one of those few times when the true self manifests itself. This is the time when the mouth blurts out the most stupid, and simultaneously the most truest, most profound words that your lips have uttered in some time. And for a change, your lines sound better than those in your favorite movie.

Every once in a while, You are a dog.

You are THE dog. It also happens to be that it's your day. What a day to be a dog! And it doesn't matter if your tail remains bent on this day. Not a soul can do a thing about it. Not that any soul can do anything about your perpetually bent tail even otherwise. Maybe, just maybe, you're not even a dog. It's just your day! Either way, wag the hell out of that bent tail!

Every once in a while, it all seems futile.

All of it. Every bit of it. All the control, all the safety, all the security. It all seems like a larger scheme to keep people from wanting what they really want. Also that people, you, I, the guy next door, have no clue of what to want. And yet we perversely cling to things that we know for a fact won't hold us in good stead in the long run. We cling to them because we want to think that these things will hold us in good stead. It's like the bird that stayed under bullshit for a tad longer than he was supposed to. Here's a story.

A bird flew for too long in winter, crashed into the ground, and lay there in the cold. It was about to die. From somewhere came a bull, and shat on the bird. The shit felt warm. So the bird lay there with the heap of bullshit covering it. The bird slowly felt better. With nothing to eat, it tasted a bit of the dung. No clue about the taste, but the bird got the impression that it was getting better, and better. It grew so happy with the feeling of feeling better with all the bullshit in and around it, that it started to sing. A cat heard the bird sing, found it, and ate it. Moral? Bullshit only gets you so far!

And that story was SO out of context. Or maybe not. No idea.

Every once in a while, a voice rings in your ears.

It rings in your ears. And then, it takes your breath away. It won't stop with your breath. It will chase your sleep away, and make you regret for having wanted to hear it all this while, till the point you heard it, of course. But you have this crazy option of un-hearing the voice, removing it from your mental repository. But NO! You'd not do that. No. Not EVER! Maybe the inconvenience caused later is worth hearing the giggle in that voice again.

Every once in a while, you see something closely.

You see it so closely, that you know the "something" better than the "something" knows itself. Its every curve, its every lock, its every crevice, every hue that adorns it, and every hue that doesn't. To the point that you can see the entire existence of the thing in front of your eyes, when the "something" remains just another object, hidden in plain sight, to the public and to the "something" itself.

Every once in a while, you realize it is all an experiment.

One of the "ten commandments" of Bertrand Russel goes as follows.

Consider everything an experiment.

There's no formula. It's all trial and error. Out here in reality, there ain't no ideal conditions. No assumptions. The consumer/customer/buyer  ain't a rational being. We'd all like to be rational beings. But sadly, we're not. And that's why chocolate tastes better when you're depressed, or stoned, I suppose. 

Each time we do something, there are only two ways out. Either one gets it right, or one gets another way to not do the thing in the first place. 

And of course, every once in a while, you come across a book.

Actually, every once in a while, you come across a ton of books, all of which you read simultaneously, few pages at a time. Some of them are bookey-books. And some.... And SOME change the paradigms of your reality

Try reading this book called Zero to One. The book is about start-ups, but gives a lot of insight into life in general.

"Every once in a while" happens every once in a while. Maybe, "Every once in a while" happens too many once in a whiles. And maybe, that's fine. Only so many whiles in a single lifetime.