Funk with me!

So what? If there is no one to understand these things the way you do. Or the way you want them to? So what if no one can tell you what you want to hear? Something that could drive you. Something that would possibly help you. Something that could possibly make you feel the way you want to. So what?

How long are you gonna cry and complain about this shit huh? How long? How long is it gonna take for you to be fucking "normal"? How long, do you think this life of yours is gonna wait for that someone? Are you fucking ready to waste tour time and deal with something that is just nothing at all? You fucking have yourself. No one. No fucking one understands you better than yourself, you get that? Not yet. And you are no kid you dumbass. Stop fucking complaining on how no one can help you.

So what if everyone you turn to, thinks that the possible reason is the girl you just broke up with? Do they know what sitting alone and having to face the corner at all times feels like? No, right? So why do you even expect them to know this?

So what if the two “best friends” of yours are no longer in the same position anymore? Did your life stop when they leave you? Do they even care to ask you if you’re even alive, instead of making plans for a meet up?

So what if you’re having sick dreams and fucked up tracks of bullets raging through your chest? So what if you feel like someone’s hands are choking you but you can’t help it? Was anyone there to understand this before? Then how can you expect them to understand it now?

It’s better to burn out than fade away. Is it? You sick fuck. You were a give up. You quit on life. You ass. Did you not have the courage enough to see what might be there in the store for you? You left a million tears behind and telling us that it’s better to burn out. To hell with you, you depressing piece of shit.

So what if you dated someone who slept with their brother. Now it’s your best friends turn. So what? Did you think about it then? No point complaining now. You are at fault.

You see your life going nowhere? Me neither. Unless and until you stop fucking complaining and pick up that instrument. Bleed your hands to death and fuck everything. So what if no one understands you? What about those dreams, those sick dreams where you could play everything you wanted to. That melody that was gonna make history? Was there any understanding then? Then why would any be here?

What happened to those eyes which were gleaming? Which had nothing but determination? Who understood those?

Look. The people who were with you, who promised to be there with you. Who involved your family and promised to them, that they will always be there. Promised to every inch of your soul that they will never leave. They did. There was no one to hold you back then. So what if you are alone and no one understands you or says what you want to hear? Would you remember any of this in some time from now? You will be in a fucking studio when you’ll get an invite for a marriage of your two best friends. Of the people you put everything for. Of those calls that were never returned. Of those promises that were never kept. You’re gonna look at it, smile. And back to the studio. Why? Because that is where you belong. That is what everything is. That is what you’ve always wanted to be. Happy.



~Caveman

Base camp ain't the peak

Life is too fucking short to be a mediocre. I received a link from one of my friends to an article depicting how it is “Okay” to be a mediocre. You know, end up not being what you always wanted to be. Personally saying, congrats on being a failure. The world is a whole lot better without people like you and the articles like yours. 

Okay, enough said. Now what exactly is a mediocre and what vision do we really have, on being and not being one. First off, being a mediocre does not mean that you have a, what you call it, middle class life, or you have a daughter to drop off at school before going to work and you can’t afford a driver to do so, coz you know, you’re a mediocre. No! Articles telling you it’s okay to be a mediocre are nothing but pieces of shit trying to grab your attention because they have nothing better to do, and no place to go. If only the authors could have put time to not find reasons for how it’s okay to sound like a failure, but instead dedicate everything and all of themselves into doing what really makes them happy, their world could have not been a better place to live. Thats what a mediocre does, find reasons to be okay with it. 

Just for a situation, assume that you wanted to be something, say you wanted to be a businessman. You see the big picture in your head, right? Now, the next thing that comes to your mind is “How do I fucking make it there?” and you start finding answers to all the questions in your head, with a lot of charisma, enthusiasm and a desire. Because you have to be what never was! And more than anything, you need to develop a mind-set. Now, when you would have heard, watched, or read those “inspiring” people, one thing they always say is that you never give up. Or you never think about giving up or losing or what ifs and all. You see? There’s a reason why ALL of them tell you the same bloody thing. Because the moment you consider failure as your option, or a result, is the very moment you fail. Or you know, when you start considering other options, take engineering for an example. 

The way I see this life is that, take a bar, for instance.

Say it looks something like this.  

This is your life, in a bar. Now assume there is a dial, which keeps on moving back and forth horizontally in this bar.

Assume its 1/3rd of the size it looks

This dial, stops for a moment at every choice you make towards your goal. The big picture. Now, taking in mind the non-stop behavior of time, that bar above, keeps on expanding while the dial remains the same, but instead, it has an increment in the speed with which it moves. Now, every life has its ups and downs, so it would be unfair to ignore those facts too. Let’s say, the dial rotates too, in a variable phase with time. Well and good.

Now, take a green patch and a red patch. Assume that they are of variable shapes and sizes.

Take both of em a Whole lot smaller. 

Say this is it for a situation that we talk about right now. The green patch is your goal, and the red patch is the choice you made to take a step forward to your goal. With the dial rotating and moving with varying speeds, and the bar expanding constantly, these patches keep changing shapes, sizes, and are in a constant, random movement, and they keep on appearing and disappearing with time. Until and unless the dial hits red, you can’t see green and with each good red, you get a bigger green. 

So far, we have life, the goal, the stoppages, and the choices that we make to live the big picture. What we are missing right now is the black patch. Assume it to be anything, and everything. Take it to be like a pill, for example, you take one and everything around you turns black for a while, again for a variable time. And in this black, you can’t see shit. No goals, nothing. This black, is these kind of articles and all the negativity in your life that knowingly, or unknowingly propose to you the idea of a “give up”. Letting you find supporters and excuses for how it’s okay to give up on your dreams. 

With each black pill you take, the green and the red deteriorates and the bar becomes unstable, leading to a non stop dial. What I want to say is that its people and things like these that lead you to keep failure as an option. There is a lot of black out there, a whole fucking lot. You just have to stay focussed. Tell me what are the odds that RIGHT BEFORE you read that article, you were about to make a big ass decision for yourself, you know, releasing that next product or something? But when you read that crap, you made a fool out of everything you have been doing for years. Everything that you were working for, is now a total waste. I mean what if tomorrow was the day that you were about to become what you have always wanted to. But just at 11:59pm, you gave up! This is how most of us fail. 

Life is too short to be mediocre. Choose what you love and be the fucking best at it. And to me the sheer acceptance of this is too depressing. It is articles like these that are the stuff which "easily giving up" is made of. For example. He starts with superman. Then we talk about Michael Jordan and the likes of so. That seems a good progression for the article's point of view, but think about this: Michael Jordan, he spent hours and hours upon hours of his life to become what he is. Unlike superman, he wasn’t born this way. When they say he is the very best, Jordan, the reason for the same is not because nobody will ever possess the same powers. But think about it a little deeply and you will understand this: to find a guy with his build, and the decision and WILL to be better than Jordan himself is very, very less. Do u understand this? You either never start, or you die trying. 

~Caveman