Oceans...

It never ceases to surprise me! The sheer magnitude of the collective wisdom that lies between us, has always left me pleasantly wonder at the maturity that I witness while rubbing the goosebumps on my right forearm.

There are a dozen random blogs that I follow. When I say follow, I mean I check them for updates religiously, and I read each and every comment that other bloggers make. And so very often beneath the parchment of a post, I have found the most profound phrases peppered in the comments section. Words that give you a new perspective to things that you have forever known.

I have seen people share the pain, and say words which have a healing touch of their own, while all I could do was to stay tongue-tied. I have witnessed amazingly varied perspectives on psyches and life, and I have seen paradigms expressed in ways indescribable. And yet I have seen a lot of agony, so much so, that sometimes I forget to exhale. I marvel at our capacity to hurt, not only others but ourselves. And hurt in ways that no matter what, its only ourselves who can redeem us. And I question, where did the wisdom go? What becomes to the words that seemingly salvage people from self destruction? How are they lost when it comes to the redemption of the self?

And then sinks in the fact, that we are standing on the shore of an ocean of life, watching someone drown. Sometimes that someone is them, but sometimes it is us.