It's difficult to understand why the words of a senior you admire, have such a profound effect on you. Is it because of the astuteness in what they say? Or is the profoundness a consequence of your admiration? The ego will never admit the latter as the cause. However there might be a rare instance or two where the former might actually be true, that what you admire, is actually completely worth admiring. Here's hoping this to be true this time.
Reckless Abandon. Here's the deal with these two words. As funky as they sound together, the visual impression they leave in the head is that of a head being repeatedly bashed against a mirror, shards flying, blood dripping, teeth clenching, or wait. It may not be that gory a picture. It sounds more like running your car over some stupid bloke crossing the road, feeling his bones crunch under your wheels, first your front wheels, then your rear, looking behind at the dilapidated body, and then fleeting from the scene with your tyres squealing. Maybe even that was a bit too gory, but the latter example better covers the words 'reckless' and 'abandon'. But hope you get the picture.
The issue isn't the meaning of the words. It's the fact that the mind is infested by the two word as though by that song that keeps playing, ringing in fact, inside the head, or the face that refuses to leave your sight. Talking about the face, now there's something that either won't leave your sight, or all you want to do is to see it perpetually, without an eye-blink coming in the way of your sight. But that's worth another piece of writing altogether.
But why Reckless Abandon? It's what you feel when there's no one to open the doors to your own house. It's what the nights do to you when you let the fire in the belly die down. They recklessly abandon you. How so? They put you to sleep by midnight. That's how.
It's what goals feel perhaps, when you seek instant solace. Okay, the last line may be the part you wish would be true. But nevertheless.
There's another aspect of reckless abandon, out of many that remain unspoken about, of course. It's called Whatsapp. It's a phenomenon that manifested itself when an extra smart chap took two fancy words, joined them together in a grammatically incoherent fashion, and made that into an application. All in an attempt to bring humans closer(or so were the intentions). But look around. Do you see one pair of eyes wandering into free space? Looking around, even with the remotest of chances of meeting another in the eye? All eyeballs on a palm-sized screen, endlessly peering at a distant friend's image, or maybe that of a group of them, awaiting a *ping*, or a *ting*, or just a tremor in the pocket. And in the process, humanity, the kind that you see for real, hear, touch and feel, has been recklessly abandoned,
Reckless Abandon. Here's the deal with these two words. As funky as they sound together, the visual impression they leave in the head is that of a head being repeatedly bashed against a mirror, shards flying, blood dripping, teeth clenching, or wait. It may not be that gory a picture. It sounds more like running your car over some stupid bloke crossing the road, feeling his bones crunch under your wheels, first your front wheels, then your rear, looking behind at the dilapidated body, and then fleeting from the scene with your tyres squealing. Maybe even that was a bit too gory, but the latter example better covers the words 'reckless' and 'abandon'. But hope you get the picture.
The issue isn't the meaning of the words. It's the fact that the mind is infested by the two word as though by that song that keeps playing, ringing in fact, inside the head, or the face that refuses to leave your sight. Talking about the face, now there's something that either won't leave your sight, or all you want to do is to see it perpetually, without an eye-blink coming in the way of your sight. But that's worth another piece of writing altogether.
But why Reckless Abandon? It's what you feel when there's no one to open the doors to your own house. It's what the nights do to you when you let the fire in the belly die down. They recklessly abandon you. How so? They put you to sleep by midnight. That's how.
It's what goals feel perhaps, when you seek instant solace. Okay, the last line may be the part you wish would be true. But nevertheless.
There's another aspect of reckless abandon, out of many that remain unspoken about, of course. It's called Whatsapp. It's a phenomenon that manifested itself when an extra smart chap took two fancy words, joined them together in a grammatically incoherent fashion, and made that into an application. All in an attempt to bring humans closer(or so were the intentions). But look around. Do you see one pair of eyes wandering into free space? Looking around, even with the remotest of chances of meeting another in the eye? All eyeballs on a palm-sized screen, endlessly peering at a distant friend's image, or maybe that of a group of them, awaiting a *ping*, or a *ting*, or just a tremor in the pocket. And in the process, humanity, the kind that you see for real, hear, touch and feel, has been recklessly abandoned,
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