It has been a long time since I created on paper what my mind pictured.Sometimes we deliberately dismiss things, glaring at us, screaming for our attention. We ignore them with a futile hope that miraculously they will, somehow, ameliorate all by themselves. But that’s called foolishness. May I suggest a better word for it? Dear, it’s called love. Now, there are many, many who would disagree with me. Doesn’t every coin have two sides? Been in love once and finding really difficult to get out of it, I fail to understand it? What the hell is it? Chemistry? Biology? Or a combination of both? I, for that matter, fail to understand life, too. Or is it the other way round? Does life fail to understand me? Life, you see, finds a way to life. No matter what might be the odds against it, it somehow gathers itself and goes on. As they say just as happy days don’t last for long, so wont the sad ones.
Sometimes I wonder what might have happened if our dreams ever come true? Do we really want what we think we want? Desires have presented, each heart, its share of pains. Can we make our lives go in a direction we wanna? As Aristotle once said- not with things as they are, but with things as they might be and ought to be. We make and mar our lives, ourselves. No god, no destiny, but US. We hold the hand of life and lead it to a path. Time, as the saying goes, is the best healer. But what is the matter with time? Do we stand at a place and watch time fleet by or is it time, which gazes at us, little bemused, as we carry on with our humble selves. What would it be like to question time? What do u feel about me? When things started to go wrong? What could have been done? What I didn’t do? Right and wrong, aren’t those things relative?? Questions, questions, and even more questions. Do we ever write exactly as we feel? Do we ever feel what we write? I, pass each day, waiting to be enlightened. Someday, I’ll show life what it is like to live.