Mantras 1. Next Time

I hate first days of June.... I am certainly indifferent to any month of the year..... But some days just are just meant to be, no matter how much u wish they wouldnt dawn.... Its easy for the day isnt it, it just takes a sun to get started.... we need an inspiration....we need a reason..... We have complicated mornings, a travesty of simplicity, the death of a beauty due to our own ratiocination....

Started of very well. Woke out of the wrong side of the bed.... brushed my teeth, had a bath, ate my breakfast, wished i was dead... and i was ready for a brand new day : )

I checked the almanac....

June had begun...... nothing extremely troubling.....

And i began my daily practice of exacting myself to a day, that took time and some days never happened at all.... Its all starts with a basic mantra i believe every person can apply
Next Time

Every day has a next day, every year has a next year, every smile has a next smile, every hug has a next hug, every tear will definitely have a next tear..... We sumhow mistake life for something so very rooted.... when the very flux of uncertainties is blowing us off our feet. We certainly and undoubted have become servile to our insecurities and people who take advantage of it... ahh yes thrs that man again.... singing raindrops and sunshines again... hes certainly happy..... He is smiling.... awww so sweet..... may be he has never been laughed at, or may be he has never been hit, may be heh as never lost someone, may be he has never been hurt.... may be he has never cried, may be he has never been lied to, may be he has always been with friends who use their daggers just to shred lies, may be he had been hiding away from himself.... but certainly he has never lived.....

Ahh yes so i say to myself, next time and i move on.

Moving on takes ardent enthusiasm. It takes courage, it takes power. It takes you. ANd it chops you off in little pieces and eats you up. ANd then it dances on your grave with boots on. Nike.

Moving on is most essential. After fighting with your dad and swearing at your mom you are moving out into the real world. and here real is certainly contradicting yourself. Because what the world you face is certainly not the world that exists. Basically you can never figure out what the world actually means. Because the minute you do that, the world will disappear and will be replaced by something as enigmatic as the world itself..... But then even if the world is not real, the hurdles it poses are real, the people who irk you are real, the cars that crash into you are real, the blades that cut your wrists are real, people whom you wish were dead are certainly real...... It is all real.... and you are real.... perhaps....

Perhaps.... that my nexty mantra...... That as important as me myself and you yourself.....