An Incomplete Thought, A Step Forward

A certain madness has engulfed much of what I have been akin to. I see everything in a new light, and it all so alien and yet somehow familiar to me. It helps not to remind myself that I always knew, because knowing is not in my opinion halfway towards making things better. It is but a necessity, a provision without which one can go only so far. Knowledge is not quite over-rated...it is just something that must come easier than we might hope for.

Yet I digress, and I haven't even begun.

I see the anger in the faces of my people. It serves to frustrate, humiliate, inspire, enlighten, enrage me. I realize there is no purpose in distancing myself from the anarchy...there has been enough line-marking and boundary-worship already. I feel a part of it, perhaps more now than ever before. Like never before, I feel myself amidst the flames and stones and wildly violent reverie and see how I'm not so different from the madmen after all. None of my external can change that. I feel angry and frustrated, and I know my part in this drama. And in that respect, we are one again (a daft irony on my part, I realize).

And I choose not to be a Brutus, or a Judas. I aspire to be an Iqbal.

A wise man might've said, "knowing one's weaknesses is a mighty strength". And taking the next step perhaps requires much of that strength. Conquering oneself is what my kin and I must strive for. The violent reverie is but that...an escape. Let that not be forgotten.