Bismah's Blog

                    You're looking but not seeing. You're hearing yet not listening.                                        You're breathing, though barely alive. Would it be too childish to consider an oblivious person’s ignorance rational? Or is there a different story to it? But then again, they say ‘ignorance is a bliss’. Or is it really? Well, apparently in human history there hasn’t been much progress regarding the philosophy of an oblivious mind’s ignorance and a rational mind’s oblivion. It is what people call being physically present but then again emotionally elsewhere. It is never an easy feat to be in a situation where oblivion is the key to survival.

                    Loveless. Spineless, passionless. Uneven, unstable, unacquired. All the activism couldn't possibly outrun the passivity. The void of emptiness is the highest level of loneliness that makes the one suffering love the rendezvous of their own darkness. And the triumph is greater than elsewhere. No matter how persuasive innocence - ever so attracting yet too deceiving - one can never elope the endeavours of solitude. It is fascinating to read their eyes showing frustrations towards their own countless efforts to gain such a blessing. By one's lonesome, it is understandable for them to comprehend their solitary to be another's greatest exploit and their own lowest remorse.

There’s always a part of us which is bad and a part which is good. The part of us we call ‘bad’ it isn’t bad. It’s just the not good or unpleasant things you have done in your unconsciousness and consciousness. You get time to get along with your past to your present and take a look at your future. There is no way you could neglect your past and move on. It is a history of yours which you explore to chase around the deeds of yours which weren’t pleasant and search for the remedies you can apply on to get over them, because chasing around the past and getting no point to conclude is meaningless you can’t just stick on a page and read it over and over to get nothing. Sometimes the turning of the page is the best feeling when you realize that you have been wasting the time on a page which wasn’t worth than reading the others would cost.