60 Minutes of Dump

We all tend to stumble in the blues dumps now and then. Sometimes it passes by with little impact; few times it gets intense leaving the night pillows wet and soaked with salted water. During these extreme times we start to question many mundane things, things starting from - why me? Do I deserve this? What went wrong? And that’s when a specific demoness comes all the way just to meet you and makes you have that not so goody goody feeling – self pity.

   Self-pity can do a lot, from questioning yourself to questioning others around you. It is, by far, to me, the worst feeling a person can ever have.  It’s like a leech sucking on your common sense and sense of goodness. Self pity and tears combined can do some really manipulative stuffs to the mind. This heavy manipulation lasts for minimum of 60 minutes and can have two kinds of impacts on a person. The good kind and obviously its nemesis, the bad kind.

      Having watched the many Bollywood, Hollywood, and the other industry movies ,we can assure ourselves that bad, indeed has an upper hand and is sometimes much stronger. In this 60 minutes of craziness we can come up with some terrible, not so good for life solutions like suicide, the want to give up something you are fighting for, the decision to become reserved form the world, or take revenge on that factor which caused the pain.

     However we all happen to forget that, that the 60 minutes is just dump. All our weakness is followed by the 60 minutes of dump and no matter what(underline that) we should not let that mediocre little minutes take over our life.

   The easiest way maybe, to win the war with this really cruel demoness is to be done with the 60 minutes. Then take it to the back of your mind and delete it in the virtual Recycle Bin forever. And after that my friend, you are free of the miss devil for the time being. All I want to say is, let’s not permit this 60 minutes take over the many more minutes in our life.



Signing off for now,

 Me.