There was a time when everything was put out in the open. Transparency they called it. And it was sane to be frank about what you feel, how you live and the reasons made sense. Things had always been complicated whatever the age, whatever the time may be. But that never made life complex, rather there was a sense of simplicity to everything. People put on masks to protect the people they cared about, and the nights, they were peaceful.
Then came an expression and a statement; deception. And that single entity changed the way people smiled, it changed how they tackled their fears and their dreams, and soon the world constricted to their own space. But that space was never meant to be just their’s, it belonged to every person that shared, and every person that was courageous enough to care. Yes, caring indeed became a thing that people started to hide behind their layers of deception, because they didn’t know anymore as to what to do with that self-accepted complexity.
You see, people never realize that loneliness is a relative term, that you could only be lonely if you’ve been not lonely at some point of time. They don’t take into account the fact that they have been happy before, and that every tragedy that surrounds them would eventually disperse. Because good and bad, they are always ever relative. And with everything being marked as complicated, they lost touch with the simplicity of life.
And that is what is wrong with this society, with this time, with these people who mask themselves as being at the top of the world, with all their silly goals and baseless pleasures. They have forgotten that happiness lies in the little things and the imperfect smiles, they are oblivious of how the weird sounds we make, or the sip of our favorite tea, maybe an evening with that old rusted cycle could lighten up all the darkness in us.
And that is what is wrong with us people; we have forgotten where our roots lay. And without that sense of a past, we could never realize a future.
So what is deception, people ask!
Rejecting oneself, I say.
Diminishing our existence, brooding for a life that we might never desire, and well, suppressing the child in us.
Because believe it or not, that is where we live, in the reminiscence of our childhood and that long forgotten innocence.
That space in our hearts that we have, the place we turn to when we are sad or depressed, or alone, it wasn’t always there. There was a time when we used to disclose everything, speak out all that we thought. But we changed, because change is normal; it is eminent. And then we created that little space, an escape for us. But that space, it contained all the people we loved, and all those who loved us. Maybe they were imaginary, or maybe there was some telepathic connection between us and those people which joined all our hearts. And that was true, for we were never out of sync. And life was beautiful.
But change came again, and people started leaving us. Their priorities changed, and ours too. And likewise, we stopped sharing that space with them. And it wasn’t long that there was just us in that space.
Every person goes through that same cycle, but everyone is just too afraid to put everything out in the open. They are scared of getting naked, because that space, it means everything for us. And that darkness that we all vouch for, the devil that grows within us day by day, the one we all fear and wish to keep within, hidden away, it’s nothing more than the shadows of our past, of those people, crying to get out and be free. Because they need to be, for the sanity of that space we turn to in our bad days. And our good days too, so as to share about our experience.
We hope that everyone return, and everything be as it used to be. That is why whenever a face of the past comes in front of us, we just can’t resist but smile. Cause that smile, that’s what made us, and that smile was the cry of that darkness within, relieved of holding it together for that moment. Cause that is what hope seems like, a glimpse of a time when the world was filled with colours.
And deception, that’s just the obsolete palette.
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