Designer Patch Work

In early days, when our cloths got torn and show some empty space, we needed to cover this emptiness with Patch Work. Psychology of human life is same, we always need someone’s love and care, we always want to feel secured, and we always expect to be Most Important or Someone Special in someone’s life. Is this the result of our emptiness? Does our mind feel void ness? What do we do when this happen? We try out that early day’s practice of Patch Work. We try to cover our emptiness by borrowing love from others. We feel ashamed if our emotions will be disclosed, we feel uncomfortable with openness, and hence we want a cover. But borrowed things are temporary; this is only a temporary solution.
Moreover we forgot the basic need is covering, we want suitable patching. We ask for love and care from the person whom we love; we can not accept love from who loves us. We don’t want ordinary patching but we want to have Designer Patch Work which shows our suitability, compatibility. Life is like this only all the time, spending in search of something which just fulfill our desires and make us feel satisfied. We want a reason to feel Fulfilled. Once the same reason goes we again start for some better Patches. This Designer Patches make cloths colorful and lovely but at last cloth lost its reality, originality which was eternal.

Closing Chapter

Somewhere I read or heard “rather than spoiling relation by bitter actions, it’s better to quit with smile”. Everything here heads towards end, each day I move towards my end. My new pen is moving to get finished, my clothes are becoming older day by day and one day I will replace my pen with better one and will fill my wardrobe with more expensive and attractive clothes. Does all this affect much? May be NO, but few things in life affect a lot which have broken me and have made me numb. It’s very simple and natural in its own way but leaves with no option. I can not look beyond the boundary which I drawn at my own, even though I know it’s an illusionary line. It does not exist, but binds my vision within the circumference. I am feeling it’s better to be a dew drop on leaf with my own identity rather than losing originality in the OCEAN. I read this chapter it was beautiful and I learnt enough from it now and so closing this chapter forever.

I am made to make a mark and not to walk on typical ready made path on which everyone likes to walk and run to win. I want to design my future with my own invention and I will decide my boundary no one else has right to decide what I can do and what I should do. I’m not at all bothered about ‘Packaged Food’, Packaged Food whom Ayn Rand called Second Handers and Osho has called Bhid. I don’t hope for anything good nor want to see any miracle. I just want to close this chapter.