One of those days when you want to just sit near your window and balcony with a cup of coffee and contemplate about your life.
When you want to just get over all your regrets and start things all over again, no matter how ugly your past was or how destructive your present is.
When you want to answer all the questions that you procrastinated upon earlier in the hope of getting answers as the time passes by.
When instead of doubting your abilities you take pride in them.
When you sit calmly with a clear mind and re think your goals.
When you ask yourself if not now then when?
When you give yourself the second chance that you deserve.
When you look at the trees and think how beautiful everything is and how it’s just the perspective that matters.
When you realize it’s never too late to start things all over again. And the perfect time to do that would be right at this moment. Now.
When you take the last sip of tea with a whole new perspective.
When you start being yourself.
One of those days. Such days don’t come often. Don’t miss out on them. Collect the inspiration, put some dedication, make your own tea. Life isn’t short. It’s damn long. Long enough to live every moments of it. And you deserve to live it with all the happiness. The unexamined life is not worth living. Actually, it is.
P.S.: I’ve never written this confusing for a while. Till then live with confusion. It’s damn curious feeling.
Let’s just forget that we are just a freaking dot in this vast Universe. And continue. How can one possibly able to do justice with all those memories lived, just by writing one blog post? I would dare not. Hence, nothing of this is about college. Heh?!
Few more months and everyone will get busy with their own lives, own jobs, own careers. Sure everyone would promise to stay in touch but let’s be honest here, we all know how that would turn out to be. You want a quick proof? Just count the number of school friends that you are in touch with now? This is just another phase which gets repeated every year, only with different people. (Hope, the friends we made during this time will last longer through out the life) We are growing up. All together. We are getting ready to face the world outside the door. We are becoming one of them. We are tying our shoelaces to go out there and find ourselves in the crowd.
All things happening way too fast. Some will survive. Rest will become particles. Particles which will ultimately reach the shore; not sooner, later. But isn’t the race all about to reach there faster? To earn more? To spend more? To become the king and queen of our own little king-queen-dom? I have always been the one with a perspective different from that of the society. I always wanted to follow my passion (not that I know what’s my passion as of now).
I was one of those who had a dream to dream a dream which no one has ever dreamt before. And look at where I am now? (not that (even any school buddies) any of you know where I am now but I am using this sentence as a rhetoric to convey I am doing nothing great which was quite obvious yet I explained in this different font). I am not being pessimistic, just being honest. Brutally honest. If nailing one exam or getting a good job defines you and your status in the society, then brother and sister, that society is not worth living for.
My search for passion hasn’t stopped yet. It has just faded away. And I don’t even know why. Actually, I do. But I don’t want to admit. I don’t know how you are supposed to deal with such stuff. I’ve never been good at it. At times, I feel numb. At times, I explode. At times, I feel helpless, I feel miserable. At times, I pity myself. And at times, I don’t want to live. There’s a limit to everything. If this is life’s way of teaching lessons, I don’t want to be the student anymore. You’re beautiful. I’m beautiful. But truth is ugly.