wel..atlast I'm trying to stop being lazy and write again.
to me right now it takes great effort...sigh.
hence the need to try to do something.well it could also be because
of the lack of net.but i would say its more lazy..
(*wondering how i am being truthful*???baffled)
so anyway, here is a purposeless post.
except for the purpose of being a purposeless post
this post has no real purpose. i figure I'm still me.
by the lines which are churning out as i write ,
the form and the structure they take seem somewhat
familiar to me.hence a relief.still cant be too happy.
okay well here goes..
see there is weird thing going on...this feeling.
a rather subtle one,quite incomprehensible but yet
decipherable in the relative sense.
its like when one is inside a bubble ...
feeling the weightlessness of being able to float
without any strings, a slight feeling of security
of immature hope that nothing can penetrate inside the
the pellucid glossy coating ,
but the knowledge that its just a thin film of
imagination which can easily be ruptured
remains in the mind.
an uncomfortable balanced state where one knows the
reality, its impossible,inescapable
grip on life, fully understands the heavy burden of
the current situation.
yet the bubble floats to watch
as though watching someone Else's life take a walk
with time through darkness.watching and revelling in the
profoundness of each moment of time.weighing the balances
to predict the consequences. and smiling with surprise
as time reveals the traps,the pits and extraordinary
number of decisions that life is requested,forced,
sometimes even given choices to take to proceed along
a chosen path. confused when seeing life utterly lost
having made a right decision. seeing the dangers of a
misstep, and praying for life's safety.
and at the same time genuinely appreciating the
intelligence, ingenuity of time in placing bumps at
unforeseen entrances. laughing heartily at the
inexplicable occurrences,tricky situations, queasy
circumstances and coincidences that time manages to
entangle life into. wondering
what steps life will take counter time's experienced
well practised moves. standing slack-jawed at the
inventive ways life comes up with when the route seems
impossible to make a journey through. sharing the
grief when at some turns life acknowledges that the path
taken needs to be abandoned, sharing the weariness of
the walk back to the cross-section of the roads.
seeing life feel exhilaration,jubilation at finding a
better easier path.
watching as doubt,caution seep through into life as
time leads on into the unknown.
and being let down when life slowly
wanes, becomes weathered with wisdom, losing the
spirit of adventure, does its best to avoid risks.
and looking up to see time happy as life learns along
each new venture.
i somehow seem to have gotten into this bubble right
now. and it feels like.... empty. void of emotion.
i seem to feel no specific regret when i lose or
elation of victory. like inside a bubble, broken
easily but for the mind's strength of belief.
"victory to one is a loss for another,
whether literally or psychologically"
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it is to understand that if one person wins the other
is assumed has lost.
but people can never be sure.
For what one person accepts as success, another may
consider only as a step toward victory and yet
another may prefer to
consider it as a failure.
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