A lot has been said about the disparities of life.. but to write about them is certainly not easy.. that is what I learnt today.. I never felt this way before and it wasn't a cheerful thing, now I understand the cynicisms behind fiery and unceremoniously disheartened lines written by the great authors, playwrights and people of poetic bliss. To come down to how I felt about writing about this is a rather strange phenomenon, happy hearts do not know what it is to be without it.
Sometimes a fast life is good... Sometimes we need it and sometimes its inevitably so. Considering how fast the last four years of my life passed! The more I think about it, the more psyched I get. The last time I checked this blog was way back in Oct'10 that was the peak of my merrier times, aspirations high on my mind, endless getaways, too many hangouts and yes, soo much love! love in all forms, in all sizes, and in the most incredible ways, those were the best days... if I had to comment on them. Now that happy times have passed, I think I should talk about the present.
Neither does life seem content, nor is it in the worst possible state, but it isn't peaceful and content, and it hammers me each time I close my eyes. When I close my eyes, I see the dark, the darkest clouds of insecurity which hide themselves when the world seems all at my feet.. But now, this cloud grows darker, without any silver lining, without any boundaries of hope... despair has cast its shadow on these innocent eyes. Weren't so many days already spent in struggling to find my own identity? Wasn't the stress pounded off to make it through hard days? Wasn't I supposed to get a new lease of life by now? Why do I have to feel like this.. hasn't it been enough already?? Or was it never over... was it just revamping itself to grow into this unimaginable ogre of discontent? I just wish, life came up with the answers to these fast... because it really isn't getting the better out of me, it would only make things worse!
All that I know now is that, the times I've spent with my peers shall grow smaller in my life henceforth, the steaming cups of coffee will vanish into empty castles in the air and nothing that was good before will get better now... this is not to say that all hope is lost and every shadow of bliss has faded but it hasn’t gone because tomorrow awaits me, and brings with it oodles of inevitable hope. There’s a very thick line between a possibility and a miracle. But pondering on this is of much worth in the while.
