I have been dying to publish this
post but as usual just because of some moronic reasons and slaving my sheer
laziness it’s now, I am going to write the recent junks inside this NUT-HEAD.
Well, have you wondered what motivates old people to write bad
poetry, read it loudly and have it admired by young men and women who will go
out and bitch about them? Why can you not say to the woman you're thinking of
while you write this, that she is really one of the most beautiful women in the
whole world? Can you not explain to her that every woman is beautiful, but you
saw her in a way that moved you to say this to her, to utter her, to make her a
burning image in your narrative of loss? Well, the measure of love is always
profit or loss that I really don't know! :)
Though, I've always believed there are
moments in life when to achieve a certain point we just go in for our best
shot. Even though it may ask us to climb through all the evil/moral aspects
laid in between, we still don't cling and keep the walk on, just to touch that
moment, just to feel it, live it. The feeling in those sole moments of crowning
your own victory will be worth a lifetime, I say.
At times in life we may give our
best shot in order to attain something, but in the end do we got the same
pay-off what we'd always imagined? I actually like such stuff more that leaves
me thinking rather than on which I could blend at the same moment.
Nevertheless, you can chose your
friend, a mate, choose relationship, choose mushy dating at movies or choose a
career, choose a job, a family, a television, choose some electronic gadgets,
good health, life insurance, choose leisure wear, choose sitting on that couch
watching mind numbing spirit crushing game shows, choose junk food into your
mouth, choose rotting away at the end of it all, choose a future, Choose your world,
Choose your happiness. Choose your Life.
I guess, the purpose of
life is not just the pursuit of happiness but its fulfillment. Every little
thing in life has its essence, its inner beauty which illumines the outer. So,
all we need to do is to realize its importance and start valuing it. The garb
of pretense needs to be discarded completely to renew our lives with reality. A
reality which breathes fresh air even in the environment of polluted pretense!
That may be your perception or that may be mine but the overall
story is to make a point of happiness, which is like a butterfly which when
pursued is always beyond our grasp, but if you will sit down quietly, it may
alight upon you.
Let happiness to prevail in your life as soon as possible in the end,
someone mentioned this long time back: it's not the years in your life that
counts. ;)
PS: Will refine this post once I am done with reading all the
books on my list. Cheers!
