Life and its complexities....

Well, there are so many things that can go wrong and trust me if they can (even with 0.1% possibility), they will go wrong. Not being able to realize what has been happening for past few days, I have a very creepy feeling. I just don’t understand my thoughts and moreover I can not even make any sense of them. Just like an accident that puts the victim in a shocking and turvy position, I have been wounded by the high volume of different things and different feeling that I have been experiencing. I’m left with the hope to see and experience what I was considering as “Happiness”.

The mind, itself and its logical analysis remain quite amazed with what heart and feeling can do to human’s body and soul. The soul, despite its meta-physical nature, can still cause a sensible/touchable kind of pain. So far, I can almost assure myself that there are a lot of hidden , but direct, connections between heart and soul and soul and mind. One should put the order as follow: You see things or hear things that you should not (because you know that they will affect you in a very bad way) , your heart will receive an “Unhappy” signal from your senses. It will pass the complain to your mind and mind will start complaining about some other semi-related issues. And when they see that no one cares, they both, at the same time and in an endless effort try to bother the soul. Soul , with a lot of capacity, starts receiving all the negative signals and soon will become overwhelmed. When soul reaches its limits and passes the pre-defined thresholds, (based on your previous experiences and also mindset and moreover the average of the market!) , it will start sending a lot of “Unhappy” signals to your heart and mind. Well, as you can probably predict, the story gets back to its beginning and starts all over again. We can call it an “infinite loop.” Cone and help me here. It’s your part to sit and imagine the rest of the story and if you get chance, drop me a line if you know of any solution that will send you out of this infinite loop.

Making Music With What Remains.

The Israeli violinist Yitzhak Perlman contracted polio at the age of 4. Ever since, he has had to wear metal braces on his legs and walk with crutches, yet he became one of the great virtuoso of our time. On one occasion, the story is told, he came out onto the stage at a concert to play a violin concerto. Laying down his crutches, he placed the violin under his chin and began tuning the instrument when, with an audible crack, one of the strings broke. The audience were expecting him to send for another string, but instead he signalled the conductor to begin, and he proceeded to play the concerto entirely on three strings. At the end of the performance the audience gave him a standing ovation and called on him to speak. What he said, so the story goes, was this: “Our task is to make music with what remains.” That was a comment on more than a broken violin string. It was a comment on his paralysis and on all that is broken in life.


Happiness, these lives seem to say, is not the absence of suffering but the ability to take its fractured discords and turn them into music that rescues from the darkest regions of the soul a haunting yet humanizing beauty.