A happy meal on a good day.
But you I love,
you are different.
with you, I could be all I can be.
with you, I am never what you could or would ever want me to be.
Astonishing, how the 3 "you"s all refer to different people.
Its the years, the people and the incidents that make me up.
Its you, whom for better or worst, moulded me into the person that I am today.
I wait with abated breathe, new people who would yet again surely change me.
You.
You make me. In the most literal building ways.
While I hate many, most assuredly, I still love you.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
We'll kick a hole in the sky so the heavens will cry over me.
We stole the soul from the sun from the world come undone at the seams.
This is my little slice of heaven.
Where I do what I please, when I please.
It seems to far away, the places, the times where I had to do things which I otherwise would be reluctant too.
Saturday was such a case in point.
Where I didnt make up any excuses, I just didnt do what I perhaps should have.
I just didnt simply because I didnt want too.
Too much expectations, too big a show, too long a charade.
It comes as very much a relief where I can decide that bollocks is bollocks and perhaps, when one is unhappy, one should not show one's face.
It makes alot of sense.
I dont blame anyone for any of their misgivings. I prefer to just put it down to the very simple reason that perhaps at the barest levels of our souls, we are just very different people, meant for very different places with very different ideals and perspective of life.
Maybe its self preservation, maybe its pride or something else. But liberty of choice is perhaps one of the most contradicting aspects in which we have to deal with daily.
While we can choose, we sometimes choose on basis for the best of others instead of what is best for us. Sometimes, we even make choices that downright downtrodden our own self worth due to various wisp of flimsy reason in which we clench on to.
But mostly I realised, when you do something that leaves you uneased, there is really scant consolation to be found.
Thus, I choose.
While its another month till I return, this is another month to savour in all its glory.
After all, there are laughs to be had, photos to be taken.
While we plan for the future, we live in the now.
I am living, like never before.
We stole the soul from the sun from the world come undone at the seams.
This is my little slice of heaven.
Where I do what I please, when I please.
It seems to far away, the places, the times where I had to do things which I otherwise would be reluctant too.
Saturday was such a case in point.
Where I didnt make up any excuses, I just didnt do what I perhaps should have.
I just didnt simply because I didnt want too.
Too much expectations, too big a show, too long a charade.
It comes as very much a relief where I can decide that bollocks is bollocks and perhaps, when one is unhappy, one should not show one's face.
It makes alot of sense.
I dont blame anyone for any of their misgivings. I prefer to just put it down to the very simple reason that perhaps at the barest levels of our souls, we are just very different people, meant for very different places with very different ideals and perspective of life.
Maybe its self preservation, maybe its pride or something else. But liberty of choice is perhaps one of the most contradicting aspects in which we have to deal with daily.
While we can choose, we sometimes choose on basis for the best of others instead of what is best for us. Sometimes, we even make choices that downright downtrodden our own self worth due to various wisp of flimsy reason in which we clench on to.
But mostly I realised, when you do something that leaves you uneased, there is really scant consolation to be found.
Thus, I choose.
While its another month till I return, this is another month to savour in all its glory.
After all, there are laughs to be had, photos to be taken.
While we plan for the future, we live in the now.
I am living, like never before.
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