Diary of a nomad

 Customized slaves anyone Our lives have been reduced to a to-do list. With a lot of boxes to tick, few added by our parents n rest we add ourselves due to social conditioning for generations and as a result of peer pressure. Study, get a job, get married, have kids, get old, and die! That's called a successful life now,  isn't it? All this is propagated on all major platforms, by our elders as being the ultimate way to live one's life when it merely is a way to produce corporate slave generations. Generations which r entangled in so many responsibilities that they can't break free, free to think n look at things objectively. This version of lifestyle produces the perfect consumers, exactly what the manipulators of the world want to produce. Sadly, we have done it for so many generations that we r slowly forgetting any other way to live and those who think outside the box are either  labeled as failures or as miscreants of society n many of them eventually succumb to pr...

  I have an unremitting urge for something beyond daily life., something deeper and more substantial. It doesn't make sense to me that we, the majestic human beings, were created only to eat, sleep, and work, pay bills n die. We are just too sophisticated for that, too complex for a mundane life like that. The "secure life" habituation is the death of our chance at having a life we should have. If we sit back and think, there are always the small moments, the little details, a sensation that we felt, an emotion that overwhelmed us, a walk in the cold foggy morning, a laugh we shared with someone, these are the things that stay with us forever. But strangely why we don't invest more time and energy into those. beyond all this, beyond this everyday life is our chance to explore who we are and what we want, be what we are supposed to be, and eventually find our true selves. Like Comment Share

  "Struggles of a nomadic mind" i think mountains will heal me..... they will embrace me with all my brokenness and while lying in their lap with a blanket of starry sky over me, i will forget about the ordeal life had been.... i dream of them and my heart aches to go up north and experience all what i have just read about and keep imagining but never been to. i ask myself often, why i have not put any efforts to fulfill my wish to do so when apparently i can do that just with little planning? Deep down i know the answer to it....i m scared...i m scared, what if they wont, what if they wont hug me the way i have imagined, what if lying there in that perfect spot,my heart is still as sad as usual....what will i do then? what will i dream of??? Like Comment Share