It's All About Showing

Is it that it often happens, or when it happens that it hits you hard that there exists so much turbulence and entropy in everyday dealings? Sometimes disturbing, otherwise desired… But the level of discrepancy between the two kinds and the turmoil itself seems to be amazingly high… or perhaps that is precisely the reason for the difference in emotions. The mere presence of the turbulence would suffice, but its varying extent- each time more intense and fateful than the former- would leave little precipitate. If it does leave deposits, they could be analysed as to the trigger, enhancer and aftermath of the phenomenon. However, the entire process seems to render itself so emphatically persistent that there remains no realm of question or even amazement- shock waves would not take a century to reach you; it would happen in a split-second… all eager to play with some serene waves. It’s fascinating to see how it is always the serene ones which lose the game… or may be the battle. They never seem to learn from experience or may have not been bestowed with the skill or courage to combat the turbulent ones. Or perhaps they know the taste of imminent defeat- they might have known that they would always have to lose, so some relatively brave ones would attempt to fight back, others would just give up even at the prospect of those arriving.

This might just lead to an exchange of waves… Others which have sufficient experience to realise the intensity of such confrontations would be knowledgeable enough to dare not question the strength of the opposition. It would be foolish to challenge the obvious, to go against the forces of nature, of things which were bound to happen anyway, whether they liked it or not… Either way, the exchange is inevitable- some serenity dies through willing surrender, some after a fight. Where did we hear that fighting back is always appreciable? When you know you’re going to die, fighting back would indeed be foolish. It is one thing to be known for bravery, to be known as a fighter who valiantly fought back till death deprived him of that, to be renowned to set an example by your deeds in times of crises… It is yet another to attempt a show of bravado, portray dauntless ability to encounter challenges and depict heroism. Irrespective of whether you can fight or whether you know the outcome.

After all, we are all eager to depict something through our actions- there is always a motive… life is indeed a play and we, definitely, actors on stage. It’s never about ‘being’; it’s all about ‘showing’. The capabilities of such showing are so amazingly tall that it causes that notorious discrepancy in emotions and entropy in everyday dealings… Just as relationships struggle hard to stay alive trying to view people’s acts in the light of ‘showing’, rather than for their genuineness.