Latokoshero Writes

 My house was resonating loud with the speeches of Ravi Lamichhane as usual. My mom, a big stan, cannot help but nod her head with peace to his words while she cooks breakfast for us. This is a daily routine — my mom wakes up at 5 AM, listens to Ravi speak, and patiently waits till I wake up to tell me that I should be as great as the Majestic Ravi. But this morning, something different happened and it told a lot of hidden stories. I heard my mom whisper to herself, ‘Oh, I see people or should I say heroes of my age changing the world, and here I am, stuck and struggling’. Melancholy struck me like violent storms in an ecstasy rally.  I felt a sudden unfairness, similar to the feeling you get when you truly realize how unfair this world is, a similar feeling to the one you get when you see starving people sleeping on the cold roads outside the President’s bungalow. I hated it. I hated how the unsung songs of unsung heroes were barely heard. Tonight, I want to write about it....

There are nights when just can’t sleep with the thought that life is a constant transformation of reality and thoughts. There are days when I am at my darkest stage from the evilest to the kindest to the happiest — all of them have happened, and when they did so, they felt like the only existing and non-ending reality. Then, what does this transformation mean and why is it there?  Well, maybe because life is an unending cycle of accidental ups and rejuvenating downs. We have those cycles within ourselves as well. This is what Psychologist Carl Jung explains in his concept The Shadow. It is the darkest unknown part of yourself. There’s a murderer, abuser, thief, cheater; a monster within you but these forms are repressed due to societal conventions of normal. To no surprise, this isn’t sustainable. Repressed energy often burst out, that’s why you have serial killers and psychopaths who are bold enough to challenge and rebel against the world.  We have that within us which I lik...