‘write’
‘think’
‘do something’
I have been urging myself
for so long now but all in vain.its not that I have nothing to write. I am still
full of words and stories but I don’t have any strength left to write even when
I want to. There are so many things I want to say to so many people but its as
if my lips are sealed.
I know I am not writing anything
worthy here but I don’t care anymore. I am facing a blind end in my life at the
moment. May be I will get over this feeling in a day or two or may be this
feeling will stay for a good long time, who knows.
There comes a time in
your life when you all of a sudden don’t care. Your heart might still be
bleeding over the pains of past or your mind might still be calculating the
daily on goings but emotionally you feel dead.
For me, its stopping. Taking
a break.
From the moment we step into
society we are caught up in a race.
Run fast, faster faster……………..
until you drop dead.
That’s called race of
life!
But really? Do we
actually want this from our precious , only once given life?
Race…
What happened to the old
concepts of contentment and peace of mind, Love and sincerity? Replaced by
chanel, Gucci and Alexander McQueen?
Don’t answer! No
matter how vigorously we deny this, the truth is that we all dream to have
bigger homes, bigger cars, bigger bank balances…
We really don’t have
enough TIME.
We have everything but no time to enjoy it, no time to stop and look around that who we are leaving behind, who feels what or whatever.
We have everything but no time to enjoy it, no time to stop and look around that who we are leaving behind, who feels what or whatever.
But is this all worth it?
Ask about me and I want
to go back to older times.
When people mattered the most in life.
When it was important not to break hearts and trusts.
When it wasn’t okay to leave behind your home and loved ones for money.
When people mattered the most in life.
When it was important not to break hearts and trusts.
When it wasn’t okay to leave behind your home and loved ones for money.
I want to be a part of
that old non technical world where although people were not connected through
telephones and internet but intuitions connected them.
I wish to go back to the
era where I would have mattered for someone.
Where people were NOT choices and options but precious beings.
Where people were NOT choices and options but precious beings.
I know this sounds like a
piece of shit but it’s still better than feeling like one.
I don’t know when I will
be back to my normal self but if you seriously ask me , I’d say “ Too bad we
are not kids anymore where every wound would heal and everything would be forgotten. At this age,
the damages are permanent!”
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