The Wisdom of Satire:

‘The soul is easier to know, than the body” said Descartes; facts of thoughts for him are different than that of our superficial existence. To me, this world, which by him is non existence, is the one that defines who I am and what I become.

And the key to survival in this world is denial, you deny you’re scared,you deny that you have given up, you deny that you want to fight, you deny you can do better, you deny you deserve better or you deny you got what you deserved, you deny you make mistakes, you deny your in love, and most importantly you deny that you are in denial!! We only see what we want to see and believe what we want to believe, and it works!!.. all the firgging time.

We lie to ourselves, about what we like, what we do, what we want to do, coz you never really know it yourself, infact we lie to so much that the lies starts to seem like the truth, we deny so much that we can’t recognize the truth right in front of our faces.

But it isn’t our fault, as humans we are designed this way. We love to secure ourselves, because we are well aware of the intruders, and as humans, we are always on the look out for intruders. We are always trying to prevent those on the outside from getting in.

But there will always be those who force their way into our lives, just as there will be those we choose to invite in , but the most troubling of them all are the one’s who stand on the outside looking in. The one’s we never truly get to know and yet every part of you wants to know why.

And at the end, I am left with a choice, either let the curiosity throw me back in the behavior that will get me into trouble (or teach me how to live – who knows) , or learn from your pain and do your best to move on.


But the thing with self inflicted pain is, you know the source, love it too much to do anything about it and then feel guilty as a sin for putting yourself through it.

And I know nothing would be worth the pain, but that’s the beauty of denial. I am not in pain and I don’t think I ever will be.

To change, I need motivation and that’s when I am like I don’t f-ing care. And I can grovel , I can sweeten, I can rant, I can come clean – and just say it out there out loud. – but then the cloud will melt only when it wants to.

Oh, how I hate powerlessness, the weak helpless feeling?. Especially when the cloud settles so deep around my eyes that it distorts my vision, flights of imagination. But I shall smile and even worse, smirk

Because at the end of the day, there is faith - it will turn up when you least expect it. It’s like one day I realize that my fairy tale is a lot different then I imagined. And I think that is okai, because, this world I live in is a world of denial. I never know what is really true, and I shall take solace in my imagination and my dreams.

Though I think my time has come, my ship is setting sail, Premature- tiny bit overeager and willfully blinded to consequences. I shall deny that I know they are inevitable.