IRONY !!!

The night lights a fire ahead of the moon; yet there has to be a sincere wait for the flames to give the light. You may say its irony of fate or injustice to the character of the fire but I’ll say it’s something dealing with the unexplored world of solitude.

Solitude; a word that means isolation or sometimes an exile; a word that creates a place to pacify the disturbed mind, to lament the odd events of life or simply to try to understand oneself. But the sense as a whole is so large that it involves each and every person, each and every passion, and each and every potion in a relation. Yet its simply called Solitude… Again an irony… isn’t it.

The bottom-line is that often there prevails a gap between what we provide to accomplish something, what we actually expect to be accomplished and what happens actually. To explain it say, solitude sometimes makes one think upon those people and those events that one really wants to occur for oneself but its very well known to him or her that it’s simply an Utopian thought. Bridging that gap becomes so tough, a job. People become so intent on justifying every little thing they need or seek that the fact that actuality differs greatly from the level where their vision stands escapes their attention. Like sometimes when you seek something you really keep on searching without even realizing that you don’t want it anymore. What you actually want and require has been somewhere else; a place you may never had paid enough attention to. Thus creates the gap; sometimes too big to bridge up.

Sometimes the passion of wanting something makes you fail to realize that you have everything you need or sometimes the confidence to be entirely well-equipped with the essence of life makes you so ignorant that you fail to notice that you’ve wrongly estimated yourself. These are the discrepancies, the fallacies of life which are so confusing at times that it’s too hard for us to make our game plan. One seeks to be alone just to fathom oneself and then realizes that he has moved so far from himself; he has known so wrong about his priorities; he has not known himself. Then he tries to accumulate the fragments of his own self, so long scattered, and eventually retires from his life… Irony again…