Been a long time coming

Imagine my surprise when all of a sudden I remembered with a spark about this long forgotten, consigned to the dustbins of forgetfulness and the malady of procrastination this mode of self expression I so often used to take refuge in on many a windswept and rain-soaked day when my fingers used to tremble for the feel of the keyboard. A strange sense of solitude yet companionship at the same time. 

So much has happened in life while my blog stood still. Events unforeseen which caused me to doubt the very nature of our existence and the question as to whether at the end of the day our lives are pointless, just a boring humdrum of monotonous daily existence. Sartre would have us believe that when man looks within himself all he perceives is a void and it is from this void that he gets his strength. There are as many different takes on this strange phenomenon called life as there are people living their unique lives, battling unique problems. What is this thread that binds us together, this thread of commonality that lends itself to all of us being so distinctly unique yet at the end of the day part of the same species with the same hopes, the same aspirations, the same dreams, the same worries.."Will I get through the night?".."Will morning bring with it the promise of a brighter future?".."All is not lost, bol?"

Love is another enigma. Even though I've never had the experience myself of being in a relationship and so not being in a position to draw conclusions based on first hand experience, I have seen too many couples with, again, that same thread binding all of them and their relationships. The human need for unconditional love is, I suppose. as ancient as the creation of mankind itself when people learnt to discover desire and the inherent need to be with a person of the opposite sex. A perfect relationship is something we all crave for but something that rarely, if ever, comes to fruition. Still amidst all the fights, all the drudgery, people stick it out to the very end. What is amazing though is the strength of the human heart. The power to love. The power to care. The power of compassion. On the other hand the human heart can be truly frightening. The desire to annihilate. The struggle for power. The fight for supremacy. Too many nations have perished, too many people have suffered because of the vagaries of the human heart, more so because of the whims and fancies of a few conceited individuals. 

Hope. That magic four letter word. Without hope, what would we be? The essential fabric that makes us all human. The promise of a better tomorrow. The insatiable appetite for self improvement. The strength to carry on. Truly we human beings are made of stronger stuff than we think. Think of the magnificence of a species which is perfectly endowed with the capacity to battle any kind of situation head on, bestow love on another person and still have the courage to dream about a better future anidst the desdire to impove the present!