Friday, November 16, 2007

Me. me only


It's all about that man who wears a blank look.In Mishima's novels there are suggestions of auto intoxication.This is some sort of a Harakiri of a crazy mind. Looking back,one finds a rollercoster ride all through life.Reminds me of the bicycle ride in the "The Zen &The Art Of Motor Cycle Maintenance".Reaching anywhere is no important.The experience only matters.Revisiting those experiences makes one happy and sad at once.Why happy and sad? Both are experiences.Why try to label them? Tired, it may or may not continue.

3 comments:

Kavi said...

Interesting choice of words...

ajithkavi said...

why don't you write more?

Don said...

it makes me remember reading, "people meet and depart like logs in a river". Feels like looking to a man's search which reached no where. it may be the writer, or anybody who had that search at some point in life. when the words "meaningless" or "hopeless" comes into mind, we goes back to the childhood where everything were wonder.

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