We have traveled through so many phases of life. But the
question that if we traveled as the real -'we', carrying our persona of
actuality always torments us. Each one tends to show a complete variant of
emotions like: being happy, sorrowful, enthusiastic, etc.. But those are all
just our skills of pretension. We are the best posers of life, as of now. We
are so much capable to affix the outward attribute with our inward
eccentricity. When it's praised by the crowd for creating best pictures of life
with them, the demise of actuality of that creator most the times goes
unnoticed.
We, as
individuals begrudge within us but put on the best show outside. Are we not
puppets, then? Are we meant to live for those spectators who enjoy our
pretension? Can we expect the true nature in reward of our pretension from
others? How long is the tenure to play the role of pretension?..... Now, ask these
to yourself.. We are just those captivating emoticons that we wear as an outfit
for our reality. Everything has its tenure to be expired. We are not
exceptional. The difference between you and the person near you is just the
kind of role taken and not the quantity of reality you possess. Each one of us
are great actors. We have been accustomed in this way. There always lies the
pleasure of acting. Neither you nor me can deny that. But the agony glides in,
when your performance becomes unattractive to others. There is no such
intellectual to carry a balanced status of performance all the time. We pay to
watch good performances.. Don't we? Similarly, the payment that we receive for
our performance is the new set of relationships, every now and then. Doesn't it
sound ridiculous.. .? But yes, we make relationships only at the cost of our
performance. I think this is the only reason that no relationships stay longer
except those of our family.
The
relationship between my mom and me doesn't need any performance because she can
trace out the real calibre, potential, flaws and everything concerned to me.
Whereas, any new relationship demands some alluring fact for its existence.
That's how the world itself is. That's how we have been habituated. I ain't a
Sage or a Sadist to regret on that fact and experiment an invulnerable
revolution. Rather, I would like to slam those who create a spooky numbness in
the surrounding by complaining: No relationships are actually true! People are
merely fake! & Why do I live in this unreal atmosphere?!
Ironically,
those who fake tears will be the great posers. Because, It's inevitable to be
transparent always. At the same time, it's inane to expect the forever
existence of people- their presence and their relationship to them. When you
want someone or something to be the best ever happened thing in your life and
wanted to hold it dear perpetually, the primary qualification would be to ruin
"the fake you" and nourish "the real you".
So, carry the
ever demanded outfit of faking your emotions, but throw out those masks on your
face when the most desirable thing must exist forever in your life.
