Just Another Idiot

Mostly spaced out. Mostly called Swapnil. Into writing and photography.

[mournfulroses]

Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

[boydswan]

PSYCHO (1960) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[boydswan]

PSYCHO (1960) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[isabelleadjani]

ANTHONY PERKINS as Norman Bates PSYCHO dir. Alfred Hitchock, 1960

[fairytaleprincessart]

[annoyingpastryineyeliner]

[bigtimeidiott]

I carried within me

a grief so profound,

it belittled even the most

life-threatening of wounds

[bigtimeidiott]

The only truth that matters is you will not exist one day.

[writingsforwinter]

Day 27

[crystallizedtwilight]

People I met for a few moments that live in my head forever.

[thepersonalwords]

““Let today be the day you love yourself enough to no longer just dream of a better life; let it be the day you act upon it.” Steve Maraboli”

—

[bigtimeidiott]

Breathing is the least interesting truth of our damn exciting lives. A truth most of us choose to forget. The culprit being our subconscious mind.

Boring as fuck, it doesn’t intrigue us even for a minute. But doesn’t halt even for a second.

Whatever our supreme gods, we are breathers. Whatever our colour, we are breathers. Whatever our blood groups, we are breathers.

Whatever our victories, we are breathers. Whatever our attitudes, we are breathers.

Whatever our fantasies, we are breathers. Whatever our crimes, we are breathers.

And as breathers we are no different than pigs and goats, hens and hyenas, rats and cockroaches.

If you think you are special, pause for a minute and check if the universe really thinks you are.

[bigtimeidiott]

Your response to a joke depends on how much you like the person who said it.

It’s never about the joke really.

[bigtimeidiott]

You’re more intelligent than your anxiety.

[bigtimeidiott]

Beware the tiger.

It creeps quietly.

Pierces the darkness

with its claws,

and comes at

the neck of life.

Beware the tiger.

It creeps without noise.

Don’t walk

the forlorn roads

after sundown.

A girl from another village

was out the other day

and what remained

of her was just

pieces of bones.

Crushed to bits.

So beware the beast.

It creeps quietly;

quietly into reality

once I see it in my mind.

[bigtimeidiott]

I wonder if we were told some harsh truths about life in childhood, would it act as a mental vaccine and keep us from getting depressed?

For instance, we keep hearing and believing there’s a special one for us. Until we find them, lose them, and push ourselves into a state of confusion and disorientation. It’s because our brain can’t see its fundamental beliefs going wrong. It goes into chaos and finds it hard to trust anything again, putting up a natural guard. A defense.

What if we install this guard right during childhood?By telling kids and teenagers that it’s okay to find love and lose it. It happens with a lot of people. Not everyone is destined for love and it doesn’t mean you’re unlucky.

Would it help us become more equipped mentally and stop us from bringing our lives to a halt in tragic events?

[nightlyquotes]

“Fear not that your life will someday end. Fear only that you do nothing with it.”

— Unknown