Wavering interests,.

Embryonic stage of renewed self determination. That's what I named a phenomena where you actually start re-living your previously done activity in a renewed manner but still, much like a lazy bum. Sometimes, people who used to read ample of books or write articles seem to take a sabbatical from reading/writing for don't know what reason. Yes, its that ambiguous a situation. For days, months and more awfully years, that habit is long lost and abandoned like an orphan who suddenly is greeted by its birth givers after years. Oh! Humble realization. And, okay, that's for the good as you finally wake up. But why so late? Should it be asked what meaningful you did all these years or could is be put this way: Did you actually not like that thing or something or did laziness claw you and kill you to obesity? The answer might not be just one, but many of them, sometimes valid and sometimes absolutely irrational and passive.

It genuinely seems to defy the idiom 'Old Habits Die Hard' but the victims can always come up with ''My habits were just under comatose, not dead, you see!'' It could have evolved due to busy schedules or decaying interest or maybe psychological disorders? Let's tackle them one by one. 

Busy and schedules are two for me, and I cannot combine them if we're talking about interests and passions. Schedules are not God made, are they? We author them, manage them, edit them and also execute accordingly. And busy-ness is the outcome of wrong editing. We could reduce just 2 minutes from some chores and grab some gravity for our own development. Coming on to being 'busy'. It has its own amendments. Some people are occupied since morning till night and yet take 30-40 minutes out before sleep to refill their mental flask. So more than being a state, it's an esteemed word, seemingly putting one into the 'uppermost circle'.

The second one: decaying interest. Can interest decay? Be surmounted by unwanted elements leading to it's ruin? Yes, it can. You have had a change of interest and you might have switched to something else in the meanwhile. Some new entrants in your life could have kept you busy for a long, long time. You might have been too swayed away by your lifestyle, that other developmental cardinals were forced to lose their dignity, slowly ad were subjected to a backlog. You would have judged your area of interest as losing its treat and excite element.

Last and definitely worth noting is the category of psychological conditions that affect the overall working of the individual, right from his behavior to his likes/dislikes and so on, further affecting his own social acceptance. And that can be due to two sub-reasons: family conditions and his own personal world. The family can be troublesome, broken, on the verge of being broken,a bunch hypocrites residing together,cordial socially but not even sipping the evening tea together ,or simply having no family. This,utmost, shows it's effect on how one approaches everything. On the other hand, a lost love,an unfortunate happening, no accomplished career and so on are few facets on the personal front that force you to divert your choices.

So, you see,how well can even the simpler aspects of one's changing or say, diminishing interests, that relapse later, can be related to one's minute dispositions and other realms of the personal world; different strata. The relapse can anytime be owed to the restoration of the negative conditions to something satisfactory. 

~ Easy depiction of changing human choices by a chart ~

Rain, cognizance and more.

                                        

Rain: the sublime heaven, intellectual phenomena. Yes, it echoed right. That shimmery stop that slides down my skin when i first embalm it, that feeling which is unexpressed. It sings a lullaby sometimes, and drives the cherubian some other time, weaves a new human bond and gives no blatant replies to inherently mysterious questions.

The intricacies of rain are often unnoticed; humans don't thrive to wonder what they soak themselves in, the undeniable pleasure and the mesmerizing after effect. It is this effect that makes me express in the aforesaid way, because I think, I stare and I blink at it. It seems to invite me. 

I like to watch the raindrops falling on the ground for hours. I can imagine a picture of a simmering coffee cup kept in a luscious garden or in a road facing porch with two chairs, table and a good person. A person. And I'm in no mood to compare it with anything filled more with ecstasy. I vouch to describe this sight as heavenly and certainly cannot explain how undeniable a feeling it is.

Rain, has its story and gives me, you and the one you're sitting with or thinking about, stories about it. Rain is my family. I fondly remember the road stroll on my bike under the sky shower or the caricature drawing on the fogged window glass of my car when it rains unannounced while I go out for lunch. It's a sustainable process for me. Imagining a world where it won't rain? I won't imagine. And I won't snatch that coffee cup off the table and not stop drawing more faces on car windows either.

Rain is in itself a complete and complacent phenomenon; associate it with tears, with joy, with memories, with cupid thrills, with unimaginable wonderings, with a jigsaw that never seems to be solved, with a question that it asks you and with every other thing that happens. Just let it. 

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Next time it rains, just remember what I wrote, put up a philosophical bent once and see what you make of it. Your writing hand might just glide on the paper.