It’s weird; oh really true; weirdly true . . . the silly and funny things that cross your mind. I am a huge fan of Calvin and Hobbes’ comic and every time I read a strip, I find myself relating to C. Sometimes I ask myself, “Am I demented? Or is just me?” Well I’ve always been convinced with being myself; to be in touch with yourself is the most interesting aspects, I figured. Not only is it entertaining, it is also very intriguing. You find yourself falling in love with, and despising, everything about you.
Being a rebel by nature, I always have been in the pursuit of fantasies, unreal or something totally impractical. But that is the truth and that is me. I do not consider facing consequences the same as paying the price. It is me and I love that completely. I feel lonely when I miss THE SPECIAL, exclusive. I cry listening to sad songs. I relate to melancholy. I abhor injustice towards children and women. I am passionate. But it’s not always about me too. Weird, isn’t it?
I can launch the space craft of my thoughts within seconds and travel across the enormous universe. I dream of true, undying love. I am yet to be inspired to discover a talent, but that’s only me. I give myself the time.
The greatest challenge, according to me, is channelizing one’s energies. Though one is aware of the direction to take, sometimes, some things stop one or deviate. It’s okay, isn’t it? A wise person once said, that live life on your terms, you have just one life. Now I am absolutely in agreement to that, it makes life with others so simple.
Someone told me discipline sets you free. Subjectively, discipline is being in tune/fine tune with what you desire and want because no one else can make the best choice for you. It’s you and only you. Describe BEST!!! I ain’t saying RIGHT or WRONG; I call it the BEST; that’s what makes YOU.
The ability to love again, no matter how many times people have failed you, the ability to cry and mull over heart break, the ability to move on, the ability to pick up broken pieces, and the ability to never give up on hope, makes me whole. HOPE defines my existence. Otherwise I would have been dead a very long time ago, in body and soul. I realize that this holds good for everyone else and makes me feel normal. Contradictory???
I want to make mistakes and I want to do what I want.
