The saddest betrayal is not the one incurred on us by other people. The saddest betrayal, to me, is one of words; when they refuse to give meaning to the plethora of emotions I am feeling. So, what is it that I am feeling? I’m still at a loss of words. What am I doing here, then? In the world of words when I am out of words? Well, I am going to give it the old college try. I wonder whether there are emotions beyond the spectrum of human comprehension, which make us feel things we can’t understand, or define, or address. That hypothesis of course, makes the assumption that this occurrence is a commonality amongst the entire human race. And if it is, it’s probably getting lost in the multitudes of workaday chores, or what we have optimistically agreed to call ‘life’. We say “That’s life.”, and move on. And don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against moving on. And even the fact that I thought to write about something so trivial, is going to make me cringe tomorrow. But in this moment, “life” hasn’t caught up with me yet. In this moment, I’m vulnerable, and weak, and losing confidence with every passing minute. And I can’t help but wonder why is it that we must continue to entangle ourselves in drudgery, to escape introspection? Or is that the design of the world? To keep us distracted, never allowing a moment to look within. Is this that I experience, the divide that keeps us from falling into the abyss of hermeticism? Is it my vanity that prompts me to think of it as an abyss, when in reality, it may just be the path to enlightenment? But who has the time to ponder, who has the inclination to wonder. That’s life.
Takhallus-e-Haqeeqat 