Indecision. A vicious loop. A reoccurring cycle of compromise and regret that clutches hard and doesn't let go. This is just one of the many vicious cycles that we encounter in life. It's unlike addiction for there is no pleasure to get from this one. You just follow the flock, flow with the water and end up in a sewer. Time after time history repeating itself. How things should have had been and why they are the way they are. Why did I not stand tall in the moment of truth. Why did I get weak. How did I end up here.
The right path is usually the one that is least walked upon. Bookish but true. This road is dark and one walks alone on it but never feels alone. There is strength in this path. A strength that gives one courage to push till the last inch. Though it will have it's consequences but at least it's real. At least one knows that he is responsible for whatever that happens to him.
It all seems good from the spectator point of view. Oh they had a break up, that's new. He broke his neck, I can't believe it. I've gotta tell this to everyone. Funny isn't it?... It's not from the first person view. It stings, gives a headlock, people take aspirin to drive it away. They smoke, drink, cry, weep, make phone calls, break things, hit a punch bag... Just to vent off the frustration that builds up. I write. I talk to the keyboard. It won't interrupt me. It just keeps quiet and listens patiently.
It's funny how a few words knitted together properly can make a life changing impact. I am not talking about the how to books. Only a total wuss would go for the ones like "a complete idiot's guide to becoming a president" I don't know if it even exists but I am sure there are many crackpots who would buy it if it did. I personally am against such boastful texts. If there were a single guideline of doing something then there would be no variation. Nothing new, been there done that. There is always a backdoor, an alternate path. The one not discovered.
Comparatively, novels are good. I like reading them for a reason that they fire up my imagination. It makes one think laterally. Life needs change, it needs a diversion. A monotonous soul rots soon and to save it the show must go on.
Finally this is not daily dawn and neither is it a medical journal. If you're expecting an information overload, hit the search bar. You landed here because it was your decision. The unthankful ones will be banished. The thankful ones will enjoy the endless pleasures of my pointless rant.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
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