Monday, 10 October 2011

Afraid of Being Myself


I don’t know how many of us have felt this, but I am afraid of being myself a lot of times. It is just one unique feeling, which has relevance to no other kind. It’s totally different, absolutely frightening and remarkably difficult to get over with. Fear has its origin in unfamiliarity, curiosity and hatred. And when you are afraid of yourself, it has the direct implication that you are unfamiliar to yourself. You do not know what you are! The curiosity of discovering your own self grows. And when you do not know someone, or you've never seen something, you hate it. Recall what your reaction was, when your teacher punished you for the first time ever, when you hardly knew who he/she was!

I am unfamiliar to myself; I really don’t know what kind of a person am I. Am I good or bad? Am I strong or weak? Am I true enough or just fictive? All these questions come out of nowhere. But they do render me a foreigner to myself. It’s really weird and crazy that a person could have two sides. One which is real and the other one which could be the same as the real one or could entirely be something else. The real one is your true personality, which is actually the right side of you. Even if it’s devilish, then be it. At least you accept what you are. But when you are two sided, and one side is unaware of the other one (let whatever side you be on, the good side or the bad side), you are actually unfamiliar to yourself. And when you are unfamiliar to yourself, why aren’t you scared of yourself?

Sometimes we are curious to know what we actually want and what we actually are. We are incognizant of the visible reality but are ready to believe what is hypothetical and abstract. I don’t understand why I need to think before accepting what my eyes can see. Is it so difficult, or I am curious to still discover a lot of things which are not visible directly. When we are so eager to know about us, we are frightened! What if I discover that I am insane? What if I discover that I am cruel and ruthless? Nobody is a born personality. It is over the time that circumstances, the ambience, the people, the society and what not around us play a vital role into shaping our final model. We are just like clay when we are born and slowly and steadily we are shaped by these factors into what we become ultimately. And I am always curious to know, what all changes were made to me since I was born.

Let it be text books, preaches, statements, quotations or mythologies; everywhere hatred is stripped off the main stream. Hatred is considered to be the most cardinal sin. And to a lot of us, even to me, it really is one. But I hate myself sometimes, and this is one of the reasons I am afraid of myself. I hate myself sometimes for what I am, for what I have done to a lot of people, for I am doing to many people around and for why have I existed on earth with so much guilt in my heart.

It is difficult to analyze ourselves, especially when we are so selfish. We consider our desires to be of the topmost priority, and this makes us blind, non-pious and egotistic. We can’t look thorough our selfishness, we cannot look through and find out about others, which makes us bear two entities, the one which is divine, and one which is devilish. The day we distinguish between these two, is the day we fear ourselves no more. 

Thursday, 6 October 2011

Empty Spaces

Looking for peace wherever I go, and not finding it even at home. Is world the same to everyone, or am I the only one lacking something? I understand some people are worse off than what I am in a lot more aspects, but why is this not convincing me to accept happily whatever I get? Why are so many questions arising out of nowhere? Why am I sad? Why am I lonely in the crowd?

I have done some terrible things in my life. I don’t know to what extent are they bad and hideous, but as I say always, “Every single comparison on Earth is relative and nothing stands absolute”. I am feeling guilty inside, and I want to share this, but nothing comes out! I am dying every second within myself; the tension is building every moment. But I am finding nowhere to go!

I am hiding from the truth. I am escaping from what’s real! I am slowly becoming an escapist. Please, believe me! I don’t want to be bad! I am not willing to do what’s not in the best interest of others! I don’t want to hurt you! I want to be normal, but am I insane? Have I got no sense at all? Why is every act of mine rendering me guilty all the time! Why me!

I don’t understand the laws that my normal fellow-mates follow, I have my own perceptions. I think differently, and I am glad that I am different. I don’t see any reason as to why should I follow the pre-made rules exactly in their prescribed format. But why am I still gloomy! Where has my happiness gone?

These are some of the many reasons I keep cursing myself. Inside me, I laugh at the people, who praise me for so many reasons; reasons which are irrelevant to what I actually am. But I cry, I cry for what I have become recently. I am not a good guy, I am not the one I was liked for. I am an illusion. I portray to people of what I am not. I am no one.