At times i wonder,when i start writing,i crib so much till a time comes when i have no words to play with and am left clueless again,probably what they call a writers block.Priorities or dreams ,just like mind over heart.You choose mind,and are left with subdued wishes ,or heart,leaving you with distorted logics of situations.Priorities,are they important? As i sink in the question,i wonder how many times i have led priorities rule my dreams or lets say goals? No idea.Many times, you listen to heart and end up making best of the deals and at times,you bubble up through hell lot of confusion and stand up to a decision and regret later. At the end,who cares,as some things are just meant to be as they are.You cross roads,some known, millions unknown,meet umpteenth number of people, interact with them,relate,reciprocate,retaliate and move on later.But leave behind footprints of memories,footprints of different sizes, per se perception.You take a different perception of an encounter while the person next to you takes some other perception.Life is so complex,isnt it?But minus this,would it be fun? Certainly not. Where would the growing up come from then?Where would the patience to overcome failures and the poise to handle fame come from?How will tears be important then?
As i look back 3 years of my life, and compare, i see a completely different me,and at times,a similar me. Strange,but do you really change? I guess you adapt rather than change.Adapt,metamorphose, and camouflage.You learn ways of defence through self harm.See what hurts you most,get hurt and then respond when its above what you can tolerate.Such strange is life,beautiful yet not so at times,at times sweet and often cruel.But you still persist and survive,dont you? Emotion in many forms hits you almost everyday,making you tough,and soft and at times a stone.But at times,a mellowmarsh as soon as you find compassion.Weird? But true.:-)You feel nothing and nothing becomes everything in a matter of few situations.But does it all matter? Doesnt.What matters ? Almost nothing .Eternity is what you find one fine day and that too if you are destined to,else life just moves on...
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