I had an awakening today. No, not the sexual kind. The spiritual sort. The sort where you suddenly realise what you are, who you are. You realise your own person. I didn’t get an epiphany, where I miraculously changed my life and became a better human being. Just realised my own futility.
Everything I’ve written so far, so like a pompous ass, makes me worse than the rest. I just realised this. Cos I know it. I know what I’m doing or not doing. All the judging I do, all the harsh criticism I’ve written, I know everything myself, yet I do it too. And I admit it. And I know it. At least most of the “they” that I talk about are people who are blissfully ignorant of their own folly, who continue to gladly live in that state of denial and ‘misery’ as I’ve so often called it. The state of wasting their lives. Yet I know it. And I’m still there, or ‘here’ I should say. I still don’t change. I’m too lazy. And to change, you need to get over the laziness. Get over “tomorrow” and do it now.
The famous saying (been there, done that, I know, but still..):
Kal kare so aaj kar
Aaj kare so ab…
(I don’t know the lines after this, My apologies :P )
Yet the opposite of this appears to be my life’s motto: “Everything must be done only when necessary. Which means, only at the last minute.”
That’s what makes me fail.
Not only my exams (which I still continue to pass, and rather brightly, thanks to my inherent intelligence), but everywhere else.
Maybe it’s about time I got off my ass and started doing things. I know it’s a pretty big ass, but it can certainly be got off. Very easily in fact. :P The only problem is that it’s not my ass that stops me from getting off it, but the vast, VAST region overcome by the troops of His Royal Highness Laziness.
He planned his attack on me when my mind turned about 9 or 10. He was also joined by his ally, Lord of the Fun. Lord Fun is the bigger evil of the two. He is devastatingly handsome, with curly hair, twinkly eyes, and smile you can’t resist (you get the gist). And he can very cleverly change his gender, appearing as a stunningly “hot” dame with legs as long as tree trunks, carved to perfection. These forms are like those of a Pitcher Plant. A Pitcher Plant takes on a beautiful appearance and a heavenly smell to attract insects to it. As soon as the insects get attracted and come near it or settle on the plant, it devours them. So does Lord Fun.
He is known to have charms and know such spells that he steals away even the hardest, sternest minds. He steals away their focus and their concentration. He loots their mind. His armies have been known for pilferage and raping both men and women. I forgot to mention his army. His armies also come in various appearances. There is one kind called Algahol. One called Gruds. Another which takes on the form of Mozic, another Phim. Another evil one comes as Barty, then another as Shecks. And the army goes on. One of the most vast armies seen by mankind. All with highly destructive and highly, highly corruptive powers.
I myself have seen scholars, deeply engrossed in their mathematical equations and historic invasions (those by others than Lord Fun and His Royal Highness Laziness), taken away by Lord Fun. He is a dangerous, dangerous man. Or woman. Beware.
So anyway. I was drastically taken over by the combined forces of Lord Fun and H.R.H. Laziness. I was at a tender age (they are evil, petty people, who take over especially over those with minds easily molded) when they attacked me. And the damage was done. At first he only got the troops of Phim, Telly Vizn and Brooks. But as I grew into my teens, he was joined by Algahol, Mozic, Franz, Shecks’ younger brother Luv and Barty. They looted me. They raped me. I was torn away inside, devastated by Lord Fun. That was all I could think of. Mostly all that I can think of even now.
H.R.H. Laziness was present too. Yet he was a sort of by product of Lord Fun himself. And he continues to take over me.
I try to fight him. My parents help me. They use rules and punishments. Bad makrs and threats. Yet Lord Fun is hard to overcome. His strength is too hard. And Franz and Luv’s armies have enlarged their troops. There is just a four legged creature on my mind now. Two, in fact. Dogs. (this is my private thing. You don’t understand. Don’t think you do. Unless you’re one of them)
And I know this. It’s not just me overcome by Lord Fun and his troops. It’s all of us. Everyone. There are but a few who have fought the troops and stayed true to themselves and borne the strength. I aim to fight it too.
Yet this post doesn’t help. For me, this is another one of Lord Fun’s troops. Another one of his men. Yet a slightly less destructive one. He’s a good man. He understands me. And he helps me.
I hope this looting and raping of my mind by Sir Writing has helped someone. It helped me. I had fun writing this. :P
Good Night.
