Who am I? What am I? What am I doing? Why am I doing this? Is it the right thing to do? Should I ever do this at all....for this looks foolish, for these moves are callow. You weren't like this. You never were, crying at the smallest instance of treachery. What I saw was a person hardened by life, a practical person, an intelligent one at that. Alone, but not lonely. Soft, but never weak. So, where are these attributes today? Buried in the sands of time (pardon me for this piece of banality) never to be resurrected again? Or are they waiting for the right time to spring into action and to bring unrestrained joy to those around?
Why should you cry? To bring out those tears that makes you wonder of their existence till date? Or to forge an everlasting friendship with the art they call crying? Promises are meant to be broken, they eventually will be. People will understand or they never will. It is quite insignificant whether they will or give a damn about it. Tomorrow will be a new day, a better day "hopefully". For hope is what drives the world, or at least me. A constant hope, of a favourable tomorrow.
PS: English is a weird language, I know. Nothing that I say or you say makes sense. They are senseless anyhow. (Me and my weird sense of humor!) And that precisely explains the misinterpretations people make. Let them, for they know not what they are thinking as most of their thinking is in what they call English.
2 comments:
It gets _very_ complicated when you actually find the answers to all these questions, and poof, you wake up one day and the answer's gone. :-(
It gets even more complicated if you cant find answers to any question in the first place :(
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