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Do you see what you see?

Usually I don't like to explain my posts but there are too many people that questioned this one in the first few moments of posting it. So here's a disclaimer. This isn't a post about understanding "me" as in, the author. This is a post about understanding "me" as it could be, anyone, in any relationship. I would like to believe the "me" and "you" can be used interchangeably. 

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And then it all slowly adds up. All the seemingly meaningless symbols come together and make a pattern that is comprehensible. 

Am I the selfish person you sometimes see? Am I the anger that comes across as ruthless? Am I the manipulator who always gets their way? Am I the liar you confront occasionally? Am I the version of me that is easy to stereotype?

Or is my complex mind and its non-linear decision making comprehensible to you? Do you understand how I can be so enraged by something and be able to laugh about it only a few moments later? Do you see my nonchalance and assume that I don’t care? Do you hear the anguish in my silence? Do you believe that the vacuum actually signifies peace?  

Do you look at me and worship what you see? Do you rub your eyes in disbelief, cross out your thoughts in a daze? Do you wonder how innocence and wisdom co-exist? Do you imagine that you would be able to draw out every last drop of definition and make me yours? Do you imagine what it would mean to understand? 

Or do you stop staring the moment you hit the bright light? Do you close the door and hope you never have to answer the soul searching? Do you pretend I was a lesser being and write me off as inconsequential? Do you tell yourself that regret is passé? 

Do you see what you see? 

Can you take all the jagged shards and hold them, even if they hurt? Can you look beyond the dismal pretense and acknowledge what you nearly feel? 

Comments

  1. Anonymous16 September 2014 at 11:57

    If someone understands even 1% of what you have written, please introduce me to them. At least I will find SOME material to post a comment

    AA

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  2. CoyCox16 September 2014 at 18:13

    The mind is the observer and the observed sometimes simultaneously and then there is the soul ........
    It's not about us - you , me , them or even god .
    It's simply the joy of watching .

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  3. Zoya Brar16 September 2014 at 23:28

    @ AA if you tell me who you are, I may consider explaining myself

    @ Vinay - your comment was very insightful and reminds me of conversations between us in the past. After reading it, I went back and re-read my blog and realised that this could be about one's relationship with himself and me and you could be two sides of the same person.

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  4. Anonymous17 September 2014 at 06:57

    You don't see what you don't want to see

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  5. Anonymous18 September 2014 at 00:43

    WYSIATI

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  6. Anonymous18 September 2014 at 03:43

    "Talent is helpful in writing, but guts are absolutely essential." This quote is from Mary Jessamyn West from her 1945 book, The Friendly Persuasion.

    Your blog does demonstrate talent.

    AnL

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  7. Zoya Brar18 September 2014 at 05:15

    but not guts?

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  8. Anonymous18 September 2014 at 07:13

    Correct. And whatever guts your blog manifested, your preface took it away, unfortunately

    AnL

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  9. Zoya Brar19 September 2014 at 13:22

    There - changed that too with my latest blog.

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  10. Anonymous19 September 2014 at 13:34

    Love it... totally love it.

    AnL

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  11. Anonymous for you21 September 2014 at 13:11

    This made me think that coffee toh Banti hai boss!!
    Coffee pe chaloge?? Plssss
    This technically should have been asked first, then I thought its imp to let feelings out as and when required! Hence told you about my love for you first.
    Yours truly

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  12. Anonymous for you22 September 2014 at 02:22

    No coffee?? Waiting to hear from you!
    Yours
    Love you

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