Don’t let your ignorance feed on you

We’ve all heard about the rebroadcasting of our whole life, before our eyes, when the time comes to say adios to our consciousness forever. For those, who don’t believe in the soul, life ends here. For the believers, on the other hand, it’s the same ride, because they are not gonna remember anyway in another life.

Thus, it doesn’t matter what your beliefs are, that short span of time, just before your death, is going to judge your entire life that you’ve lived.
Either it can be a smile of satisfaction or a cry of regret.


When a baby is born, she is warmly welcomed by the promises of care and love. The first touch of the mother ensures the safety armor around her. However, the inevitable blunder doesn’t hesitate to put the baby in the basket of corrosive tradition. In order to save her from the explicit pain, we mistakenly drown the basket in the sea of suffering. Within a snap, as childhood passes, she doesn’t fit now in that basket. Then comes a ship to rescue that has been doing the same favor for all human beings since day one. That poor child has no other choices but to reunite with them, who themselves don’t know where the ship is going. They just go with the flow and count every day of their lives like the dead meats, until they are dragged by the Hades’ carriage, without knowing what they’ve missed.
Some of the old souls do realize the truth but they’re dumped by the battery of their life.

Thankfully, Nature’s nature of being unpredictable is always followed by predictable events.
In between the journey, some other ships with hoardings like “Cogito, ergo sum” try to show them the U code flag, but having the majority of the population on the board, they do dare to ignore it and keep sailing into the unknown.
In the end, the captain and the crew members taste smile and the rest……….die with regrets.



It’s okay if you can’t decide which ship to follow, but if you ignore your most precious gift of God and refuse to use it, then you don’t deserve to put the extra pressure on this Earth.



Dean Inge once said, “Whoever marries the spirit of this age will find himself a widower in the next”. But we fail to stop ourselves from falling in love with flowing tides.

Riding on the already built path is an inbuilt character of a Human because our brain seeks for our safety first. As a result, we lost our originality somewhere in the crowd, with the flowing tides.
In fact, It leads us to be magnetized with the corrosive tradition that leaves no stone unturned to tear our own existence apart. We thus get ourselves devoid of being a part of both the poles of our life.
Either we have to go with the numbers at the cost of the truth or with the truth at the cost of numbers.


Choosing the truth needs courage because you’ve to stand alone with yourself against ” the numbers”. You might have to provoke even your own admirers, but once you conquer your fear of losing and winning something or someone, the clouds of ignorance will be gone forever and the warmth of your originality will put a smile of satisfaction on your face.

An INFJ

Should I jump off the hill? What if I murder Prince Harry and go hand in hand with Meghan? Will the people of Sussex adopt me as their Duke? Why every drop of water sounds like it’s gonna give me a heart attack? Why all eyes are staring at me? what’s the problem with this world? Can’t they just live in peace?


Wired, isn’t it?

Well, these aren’t the queries of a psycho killer admitted in the mental hospital. These thoughts bubbling in the brain of the rarest Myers-Briggs personality type are as normal as a polar bear walking on the street of Russia. 




For the beginners who haven’t showered yet under the quietness of INFJs, let me help you dive into the pool of core principles of this unique personality type.

INFJs cover only about one to two percent of the total population. They have always been misunderstood due to their own complexities.
Mood swings, daydreaming and easily losing social battery are some of the most visible characteristics of them. But deep down they carry the diverse combinations of qualities which are both strange and applaudable.


Looking back, when I recognized myself as an INFJ and found that I was not alone, it was a great sigh of relief for me.

It has always been normal for me to pull out the real face hiding behind the mask. When I was in my teenage, I used to think there were some psychic powers partying in my brain. I even asked my Mom once about the spaceship that had delivered me to this Earth. Ignorance with a smile was all I got. When I insisted for long, my parents were like ” What we’re gonna do with him now? He is done with his life.”

They packed me in a bag and delivered to

the psychiatric.


Although every INFJ has somewhat same qualities, they differ in many extents.

I’m going to list down what I feel. I’m not sure but I think It might be different from other INFJs.

  1. Mirror-Imaging


You see a person eating your favorite food and your mouth welcomes the saliva, or you notice a stranger accidentally hit her head and you clench your fist with compassion. That’s how mirror neurons work. These neurons try to imitate every action happening around you and persuade you to do the same.
                                        In INFJs, these mirror neurons are designed with some extra absorption capacity. As a result, an INFJ’s brain can make an exact replica of the feelings that are floating around it. The worst part that I’ve always been facing is it sticks in my heart and keep stinging until it drains out all of my energy.

 

  2. The curse of Dementor


In public places, my brain is like”you should walk with your both hands in the pocket. No, wait!!! Try one hand swinging slowly. Ummm no. Abort it!!! You are badly copying J.Bond.Back to our first choice… Yeah! Attaboy!! Now just try to be like a normal person”.

Then when I get home: my brain be like”you shouldn’t have walked that way. You could do better. Why don’t you give a try every day in your balcony?”

One moment I feed on the happiest air in the room, and the next I feel someone sucking those air out of me. Every time I fail to identify that sucker, it finds me more delicious.
                                      
                                 
It goes forever in the spiral loop. There’s no way back until it’s gone completely exhausted.

3. Hey, how’s the weather?


Small talk; one of the front line enemies of INFJs. If I’ve to visit my relatives or to meet some new fellas, I rehearse to smile occasionally in my head on topics that are meaningless and not even funny.

Hey, what’s up? What are you doing nowadays?
You look fat? Don’t you do exercises?
You look thin? Don’t you feed your tummy much?
You look tall? You must’ve been a big fan of Complan.
OMG!! You look exactly like you.

Seriously??? Why on Earth??????

There’s a term called politeness. People see it as darkness, so they try everything to 💡 it up. They even start rubbing stones

together to deal with it.
 
We prefer HOW and WHY over WHAT. Our neurons are not designed to take the short route. We talk deep or don’t talk at all.
We want every word to be meaningful and emotionally connected.
I’m not rude, though I’m not gonna rub stones to 💡 up politeness. I can’t help it. 

4. A lover of darkness

Whenever I see some good news on social media or some happy people at the grocery store, I too feel butterflies flying in my stomach, however, my deep intuition doesn’t want these butterflies to live long. It wants the truth behind every mask.

My own intuition has made me an addict to suffering so much so that I celebrate it like 4th of July or 15th of August.
    


Although we INFJ may look like a normal person with some normal problems, there is always a battle going on between the many layers inside us.






      

        

Every kid deserves a fairy tale

Filthy hands
Innocent heart
The dreams she wanted Crushed down by the world

She had hopes in her eyes
That Tomorrow would shine
In the lap of the freedom
She would sleep like a child

Yestreen when I was taking a walk under the beautiful moonlight, I felt a grab on my back pocket. My feet cemented on the ground. All possibilities of crimes became the headlines in my brain in just a fraction of time. Every hair of my body stood up to salute the brand new “experienced fear” in my heart. It was almost impossible for me to turn my head back. It all happened for 5 to 10 seconds. However somehow I managed to overcome my fear. When I found the truth, I laughed and cried at the same time.

A little girl was trying to persuade me to buy some of her balloons. The torn clothes on her body were enough to justify her situation. She was smiling like she had never learned to smile before. The way she was looking at me could’ve brought anyone in tears. Her hopeful eyes and the spirit to fight touched my heart, but she was just a kid like others.

I wanted to help. I had too many questions to ask but all I could do was to buy all of her ballons.

I have always been interested about the parallel universe but I didn’t know that the other side would be so harsh.

Shubh