Well, to continue, today this isn't about me or anybody else; in fact it comes out as an offspring to the incidents I encountered and the conclusive observations I happened to draw out,as usual... ;P ;P But to amend the typical sequence, today it comes as a narration from an atom depicting the various energies and wavelengths of its ambient atoms...the evolution of their internal energies and their impression of this core atom.
Now the theme as is clearly visible runs all along Desperation... A surge capable to render a tough competition to the most vigorous of the adrenaline all alone. Hola a todos... now I'm an atom here. And on this day I'd quite a blow of some mixed energies from my neighbouring particles.. guess some of their inherent atoms had impregnably sturdy kinetics; Courtesy: some heterogeneous particles whose presence invariably flabbergasts their dynamics.
I guess all this stuff scribbled above seems a bit more creepy to elongate ya que es...
In an urge to wash off the crap all I want to put down here is that sometimes we as human beings get driven by myriad influences, this is by all means pretty natural... and nothing seems substantial enough to raise an issue here. Yet some influences owe such a nailing impact that they'll certainly blow off the hell out of you. Being influenced by people we inhabit with certainly do drive our responses and reactions, actions as well-- as a matter of fact, to much of an extent. And undoubtedly this is a pretty obvious feature in the books of human psychology, so no debate over it. But then arrives another aspect of this psychology, the influences of despair.... more dealing with the flickering urge that drives one lunatic or to improvise sort of a madcap... ;) :)
Defined as the state of recklessness in despair, it has more to do with the frenzied, head on hills attitude of people on an encounter of their deepest hidden desires. Yes, all I find to back it with a reason is their always do exist certain cravings for which we covet but dare not express it outwarldy. Thaz pretty natural, being a member of the kind of social setup we belong to, it is actually not witty enough to showcase every single tickling of the cerebral nerves. Yet when we cut across these situations face to face undoubtedly the adrenaline rushes unhampered creating a daffy out of the most sane soul on earth, let alone typical mortals.
But a question to all this, is it good enough a reason to fumble yourself so much in this frenzy, to an extent good enough to deteriorate whatever cherished stuff one has in hand... It actually leaves me flabbergasted to observe this level of "despo"ism in people to put evrything they have at hand at stake, merely in a sheer attempt to flaunt amidst their coveted longings...
I guess that's one positive reason why psychologists suggest not to hamper a child's mind to blurt out candidly. After all that's where ultimately all our creeps and glories vest. The sheer nurturing one is rendered in their childhood defines the way they are going to evolve as sensible adolescents and mature adults, further. Damping the profundity of expressions may help us envisage a serene upbringing but no doubt that's the weirdest danger one is hitting into. Because whenever that surge of despair is going to hit the upbrought, no wonder it'll overpower everything else to simply end up to their longings. And as is very well said, 'A known Devil is much Better than an Unknown Angel'.... We have no clue which way this angel is gonna drift... So Beware....
Well wrote much a length of fucked up crap.... Seems this Despo crap had really screwed me hard , but now as i go through this it seems more of a chapter on baby-sitting et cetera... but whatever it is... I juz owe a heartfelt thanks to the Google Corp. for presenting me with such an eclectic tool to brash off the fuddle jumbling up my cerebral nerves[obviously I cudn't have put all this amok fucking shit in front of any damn body....
