It is very easy to judge a situation when you are not a part of it. Easy to comment on one’s hardwork, dedication & beliefs when you are not the one doing it.
And it is very hard to empathise. Because that requires understanding, patience and humility. And no one’s got time for that.

Day 3. February 3rd. 2014

20140204-201806.jpgRecovery day. Thank God for blessing me with wonderful people around me. They make me feel better about myself even without saying a word.

Just an outing today has led to so many realisations. Happy realisations.

Wouldn’t trade my life for anything. 😀

Day 3. February 3rd. 2014

Writing.

There are so many instances when I am replaying the whole scene that happened to me. Replaying them in my head with perfectly framed sentences and promising myself that I will write these down. Yet that never happens.
Why? I don’t know. Maybe because of the recent aversion to writing, maybe laziness or maybe somewhere I am afraid that if I write it down in ink the reality of it will finally sink in and there will be no going back.

Writing.

A Monday Night.

With age comes self-doubt. With age comes the responsibility of fulfilling other’s dreams. “Other’s dreams” do not necessarily mean the dreams forced upon by the people around us but the dreams that we think are ours but are actually just an imitation of what other’s wanted for themselves. Of being a part of the herd. Because everyone else wants it so maybe I want it too.
We waste too much of our lives figuring out what our priorities should have been from the very start. And then there is regret. Of not starting soon enough. And then we die. In starvation. Of the wish to live more. To love more. To cherish emotions more. To express more.

A Monday Night.