"It is difficult for most of us to climb things. Climb up to where we could feel freedom. Looking around ourselves, we are healthy enough to know we are sick; sick of money, sick of relations, sick of attitude, sick of being human anymore and sick of ourselves. Some, without much thinking, say it is the result of industrial revolution and involves capitalism to carry the blame for our sicknesses. Isn’t it fair? If it’s not capitalism, it would be something else. Basically to start with anything that’s relevant, we should know we are sinking deeper and deeper, day by day and what’s pushing us or is that like what’s pulling us down. There is nothing that’s enough strong to pull you or me so deep into the pits other than our own minds. Comfortable minds.
When Bruce was thrown into this pit from ancient world, all he wants was to come out of it and save Gotham. Isn’t that maniac? Or dreaming nonsense? That’s what people inside the pit symbolically showed him. Once in a while some ill-motivated guy takes the rope to climb up only to see falling down helplessly clashing the pit walls, sometime being fatal. Witnessing this, most of the prisoners, decided not to give a try, may be because they felt all they need is a natural death. They couldn’t risk being free. Bruce knew he was in wrong place. He passed through the thickest of enemy minds back in Gotham, able to pull down the Joker, and he knew climbing up was as easy as a child’s game. He was partly correct.
And he could able to understand this lacuna, only when he failed twice. It’s when he came to know that it’s the fear of death that brings him close to triumph but not the wanting to live. Fear of death is different from wanting to live. Each time he tried climbing up the pit; he wore this safety rope, assuming that IF he fails, he could live little more to try again. That’s hope, immature hope. He couldn’t climb because he knew he would get another chance, if failed in this. His wholesomeness to live more diminished his fear of death. And only when he didn’t use any rope, he had in his mind that if it’s not now, it’s never. This notion helped him a lot to keep answering his doubts that he can climb up and he did. That’s a pure risk.
That’s the pure risk, uncalculated and option-less. Now or never. Can we have that in our real life? Are we that weak, emotionally linked up to family, thinking terribly what friends would talk about us if we fail, what our neighbours would ask if we return home with empty wallets and wounds? Is this your concern? Are you more preparing yourself to answer your co-prisoners, who have actually decided not to take risk? Your Mom, your Dad, your Brothers, your friends? Who do you think know more than you about your dreams? Or do you have a back-up plan to survive after a risk, and do you sugar coat it as practical way of living with back up plans? Or are you just trying something for a show-off? These are all the safety ropes and with them on you, you can never ever climb up to your freedom. Never.
Risk like this is your last chance, your last day. And you will RISE. DESHI BASARA.
-Aroon Che
When Bruce was thrown into this pit from ancient world, all he wants was to come out of it and save Gotham. Isn’t that maniac? Or dreaming nonsense? That’s what people inside the pit symbolically showed him. Once in a while some ill-motivated guy takes the rope to climb up only to see falling down helplessly clashing the pit walls, sometime being fatal. Witnessing this, most of the prisoners, decided not to give a try, may be because they felt all they need is a natural death. They couldn’t risk being free. Bruce knew he was in wrong place. He passed through the thickest of enemy minds back in Gotham, able to pull down the Joker, and he knew climbing up was as easy as a child’s game. He was partly correct.
And he could able to understand this lacuna, only when he failed twice. It’s when he came to know that it’s the fear of death that brings him close to triumph but not the wanting to live. Fear of death is different from wanting to live. Each time he tried climbing up the pit; he wore this safety rope, assuming that IF he fails, he could live little more to try again. That’s hope, immature hope. He couldn’t climb because he knew he would get another chance, if failed in this. His wholesomeness to live more diminished his fear of death. And only when he didn’t use any rope, he had in his mind that if it’s not now, it’s never. This notion helped him a lot to keep answering his doubts that he can climb up and he did. That’s a pure risk.
That’s the pure risk, uncalculated and option-less. Now or never. Can we have that in our real life? Are we that weak, emotionally linked up to family, thinking terribly what friends would talk about us if we fail, what our neighbours would ask if we return home with empty wallets and wounds? Is this your concern? Are you more preparing yourself to answer your co-prisoners, who have actually decided not to take risk? Your Mom, your Dad, your Brothers, your friends? Who do you think know more than you about your dreams? Or do you have a back-up plan to survive after a risk, and do you sugar coat it as practical way of living with back up plans? Or are you just trying something for a show-off? These are all the safety ropes and with them on you, you can never ever climb up to your freedom. Never.
Risk like this is your last chance, your last day. And you will RISE. DESHI BASARA.
-Aroon Che
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