The Doubt People Possess

After all, we are humans. We can fall prey to anything.

 May it be a doubt or contagious disease.

People appreciate; then they ignore. People trust; then they get hurt. People build; then they destroy. People plead mildly, and then they swindle, too. But there exist some who can realize; resort trust; build firmly; remain honest and illustrate the life to the extent of inspiration. 

Enough literature is written to describe the theories- of right and wrong, confidence and doubt. Yet, every generation brings out its own way of fear, suspicion and craft of living. 

Talking of which (doubt), reminds me, “We are a generation of broken hearts and catastrophic souls”. We get killed and cheated each day. We get attached and go apart. We get vegetated, then, we start life again.

But, do we know where things are good for us. Or, we don’t wish them to be good. We want them broken, so that they may not create much of fuss. We live in fractions of time, why would we want to talk for life. Our life begins on foreign land and ends with a see off. Our perceptions change like a chameleon’s character. Our life takes a rebirth, but, before that, we never lived once.

We were people, but, we started to haunt. We were social, and then we got stuck with freebies (as of Wi-Fi). We used to be original, but we became manufactured. Our hurts are more than our wealth. Our joys don’t overlap. We prefer to be an introvert, and then we share life. We want to live, but, then again we don’t want to miss a much. Our miseries are more often self-created. Our beliefs are becoming disloyal. We weep, and then we find a reason to smile.

We search. Again go for research, but we conclude that ‘alternatives’ should be there to make us happy. We maintain a network, which becomes a ‘chronic disease’. We name relations, which we never mean.

We judge people on others estimation, and on our own. We miss opportunities for meagre flashes; fallback, not to face the world. We let the things go; don’t want them to stay around. We become broken; however, we don’t let the world feel. We know things are polluted; then again we buy some. We love taste than that of smoothness. We equate between love and friendship. We keep wounds open to feel the oozing of blood.

We fall for one thing and compromise on another. We create disaster under the garb of falsified sympathy and affection. Then, again we repent of not dying the way we had prepared.

We believe in destiny, but we don’t want to strive. We become moderate. And, then, far away from props, we start cloning the destiny, which at times kept knocking on the door, until the dusk put it away.

In the backdrop of all of this, we forget who we are. We rely on nothingness. We pretend that history repeats but prefer not to create. We sideline ones who are being sent by destiny. We sleep to ease burdens, whereas someone(s) remains awake in thoughts. We feel all people are same; sailing in one boat. Then, we label them. Warn ourselves against them. We agitate against caste and classism. However, we practice otherwise. We refuse to be social. But, we don’t acknowledge the adversary of refusal.

We pledge to be happy, but we push away happiness. We believe in nature, but don’t want to be part of the fascination, sorrow and misery. Mostly ‘we don’t let our questions to be answered, reasons to be justified, and fate to be accepted’. We keep examining the real objects until they get buried… For, we’re people; we raise and live in doubts… sometime to clarify the truth, but, most often, to transform the reality and disregard the honesty.