After Rang de Basanti

Funny how people concern themselves with stuff that never affects their lives. Funny how we live in a world full of cynicism and blame it for our troubles. And when all lights go out, how afraid we can be of man. Sometimes, it doesn't matter what you think; you are not important. And yet, one can be pushed over limits, till he fears nothing. How complicated is this relationship? Man fears of what lies on the other side, and does not wish to venture close; but when pushed over it by others, the fear is the first thing to disappear, and he can be at peace. Thinking clearly is an art not many shall learn, atleast not until we have someone to make decisions for us and then we make mistakes, errors in judgement that hammers our spirits into submission. Prodding along seems like a fool's errand and all around seem to ridicule. Until the day arrives that brings to our eyes our destinies, shows us where we are and where we should be, to find our path to achieve what we must.
When life began, it was not easy, but it was never this tough, for animals can not think like man does, do not communicate like us and such was man himself if Darwin is to be believed. Randomness in the world increased, and so did the human mind and heart; where emotions superceded the acts to 'simply survive'. It is unfortunate though that the more random the universe gets, the more the desires take control of the mind over rationality. The question then pops-up 'Is it rational to be rational all the time?'. Can we let-go and mock civility? Civilization emerged by the will of men to whom we have no connection barring the blood; then can we not consider that it was forced upon us? What would you be if you forgot the rules that govern the world of humans, were we created to be a part of a system?
On another note, why are we blind to the fact that we are controlled by emotions? And yet if we do accept it, why can reverse the control? What is it that makes us so fond of something over time that it burns us to see it being taken away, or being parted by it even of our own devise? I guess there is more to 2 objects than just gravity, and more so to 2 people. No one can create laws for what remains invisible but strong enough to move a complicated machinery to be indifferent to all its systems against preference for one. No amount of repetetion can guarantee desired results. I guess that is what we call love.