Who's That World?

Man loves to digest, and the woman loves to express. Man feels brave as an individual with inner courage to take the world, the woman is just a little suspect and vulnerable to the world she considers venomous and dangerous. Man wants to roll out and expand his world, the woman would be happier make a smaller, secure and happy world as home. 


Man wants to move on. Woman wants to move better.


Man seeks one woman who is undoubtedly his, in trust, faith and abundance. The woman wants one man who is undoubtedly hers, in trust, faith and abundance.


Where lies a conflict?


That's when you go back to your upbringing. You have been told and trained, to be cautious in the world. Be careful of the friends you make and the company you keep. Make the right choice about the path that is best yours. The world will take many a tests (as if it has nothing better to do). Read, study, analyse and judge before you take a step.


In many ways you are conditioned that you have been bitten once, before you shy twice. Much before you face a bite in real.


You take that load on your head, adjusting its weight, and fullness. Balancing it and consumed by it, you walk. Would that jigsaw puzzle ever guide you? That is so full in its own confusion - about what is right when, why this and not that. Your forget your own senses, or your inner faculties. Unused they wither, decay and die. Yet you live with what you have been told, told and retold. 


So, nothing begins with trust, nor in faith. You have closed the world to a limited sight, and then you see only that which your sight grasps.


Is that then easy to trust the woman you love? Or the man you love? 


An attraction that is beyond reasoning or rationale is put to a long session of prove that right to me.


Months, years and decades pass by amidst tests, tribulations, benchmarks and judgements. Doubts, declarations, grievances, guilts and grouse.


Sorry and Thank you your best greetings. And I love You doesnt have the charm and joy - nor its innocence.


Then a turmoil turns a part of life. Wake up sulking, go through the day mundane, come back home for an end.  Or use the children to digress your own mindless. A machine you turn and let past the wonder of the youthful years. Dead you are when old. Tired and jaded you accept a choiceless choice. 


Will the victim in you ever die? How will you make your own child brighter? You are a dead poor soul. And in your company the young one succumbs to lead yet another mundane life. 


A small choice exists, however. 


Acknowledge that you have chewed up yours. Now let your child know that the world is to be taken as a game. In trust, faith and belief that it is a game - you win or lose. Fair it is keep the spirit alive to bounce back in equal play - a fairplay ever and ever. Never however within a testing eye that always wants to move from reason, rationale and judgements - and further to me, mine and my way.


Each is unique and their methods unique. Trust that the unique will vary, differ and diverge - you can never, however, enforce a regimen to change for the keepsake. That is an order that will crumble.