The Lilacs of Life

Lilac is a hue so much appreciated, especially by the critics of art and aesthetics. It’s a mixture of green and blue with a pinch of white, which as it turns out is a core ingredient in the formation of colour, and is observed as pale pinkish in the end. Well, that is lilac.

I’d be sharing my take on life, so far what have I experienced, and further what is it going to be like! That’s why I came up with the topic so tender and a name anciently rendered. That is my love for alliteration per se. Having an opinion about life has never been an easy job because as it’s a subject so complicated, it asks for the determination so deep. Philosophers had gone all bonkers, just thinking, and the analysis they have drawn out is still top-notch, to be admired, for which one can vouch for. Seneca said- “You suffer more in imagination than in reality, my lad”. Now, how true that is!

Again, I’d say, life is a subject so complicated. It’s a combo package as a whole. It comes with a baggage of adrenaline, dopamine and lots of other harmonious hormones. A moment you are excited like there ain’t no tomorrow and the next you are lost far off in the thoughts of your own or society. Some argue that life is easy, we humans only complicate it.

I can ponder upon the fact stated above but would not believe it totally. No matter how precise you be in your happenchances, someday someone will blow it all up. All you are left with is a heart so drowned and a mind so numbed. Sometimes the things are not fated enough to work our way, they just screw up. But what is life if not this? A blend of unpredictability.

Speaking of which, one can conclude that it’s better not to judge life. But then again, is it possible to judge life? Emphatic NO! People won’t stop judging each other as if they got time for life to judge? Duh!(pun intended). Of late, I’ve been thinking about people, as in how they are the way they are, some nice, some people pleaser, some creepy, a lot cringe, some lost in the limbos and silos of their own.

I conclude every human is unique and got some uniqueness that is nowhere to go. Each living individual is differentiable in at least one way, one trait. Now there are around 7 point something billion of them, in the entire world, and the uniqueness is just raising the bar high-up.

The best we can do is get ready for what it throws at you. It is “life” here. Living in the moment is a lie, as I have begun to believe, but the mind is a pendulum, it keeps tilting left and right, which at times doesn't allow us to decide, doesn’t come to a standstill, now which again forces me to believe that living in a moment is still a scarlet truth. They say, Life is a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get. But the hope is there, that you will definitely get one. They also say, never forget to keep yourself alive and alert. They say it right.

The lilacs here represents the various shades of life, that one is going to experience in a lifetime, of its own accord. The life that would come of eternity and age.

Lilacs are the romances that one will fall for, it’s the madness that one would crave for, it’s the sheer surprise that one would get excited for, lilac will the sky, beneath which all will still be the same, no matter how unique they are. Lilac will be the words, lilac the happiness, the sadness, lilac the love and finally lilac the life. And as Oscar Wilde writes, in the picture of Dorian Gray, “ Youth is something that is worth living of all that there is”, so supposedly, lilac the youth. He also narrates, “ Violets that woke the memory of dead romances” in the same book, which tells us that violet(vague lilac) fetches the memories of the romances that once existed. So lilac will be the memories.

Osho, in his book, The Courage, mentions that memories are a dead thing. This argument of his has always given goosebumps to my thought process but still, he preaches, that those memories are dead because you cannot relive them. Deep down they are all dead. You would experience a timeless joy, but it would just be lying to your own soul. Anyway, the mental models are brought up just very different. The variety in human lives is too much.

After the lilacs are all set now, let’s see the beauty and charm that life has tp offer us. In an ideal world, where connections, relationships, family and friends are the sacred monuments that gets the man going, keeps him intact, apart from many lows and highs, which are bound to come anyway, what if you are lost and no one is to know.

People just pretend to be strong but in the deepest cell of a being, there lies a wholesome-lonesome weak-but-who-pretends-to-be-strong guy. Life sucks at time. All of a sudden you’re shifted to the rythms of blues and get yourself occupied with sadistic of songs. Anxiety hits, panicking gets worse, fear just booms up with a nerve so nerd.

Everything shatters, re-thinking mars creativity, doubts lead to debacles and judgements lead to wretched jurisprudence, end of relationships. But we human are born this way, we were happily sleeping in our Mom’s womb, a safest place in the world, with no hatred, malice or cowardice and still you clipped us out, which resulted in the cries. Seriously, who would come out in the world, crying? Are we buying that? But, it is what it is, as Dr. Watson said.

We become selfless, strong and fight with come what may. We struggle and we do it hard. As Dr. JB Peterson says, one gets to know the limits of his being. And, as ancient renowned philosophers concluded that, in the deepest of your fear you will find a way to fight that.

On this note, I’d like to share a poem, I wrote months ago, which is about a boy who is in a dire need of hope and is derided by fear, now and then. He gets frightened and fear downsizes his demeanor, stricken with a death anxiety, suffocated breathing and is maniputed by the nature in very clever way. He does telepathy with an owl, which is the root cause behind all his fear and sadness. This poem enlightens us with a way that one is conditioned to apply and destroy all the fearful substances that seduces the well being of one, incinerate the negative and false vices that spoils the energy. Rest, the interpretations are all yours to keep.

A life is tell tale that never ends, it just cannot be concluded in one fine blog. I still got more stories to tell. That is the beauty of it. That my friend, that’s Amore. Please let me know if you liked and resonated with at least some part of it. I’d appreciate it very much. Remember to keep the stakes high and moreover there’s more to life than any other thing.

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