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Bid Adieu

When Pink Floyd said:

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

I think he was questioning me. 

It's been ten years to school, yet the impulsiveness in me has remained intact. It's been ten years since this blog, but am still pondering on the life I want to live. The overthinking or the misguided decisions have still been a part, for so long. Progress? I might have gained a few friends and fun experiences, but I have a share of bitter memories and learnings that I never use. That I never inculcate. 

When I started here, I wanted to make mistakes to live a full life, without realizing that those mistakes will strike me like a lightning over and over again. Now, I just want to take a pause. At this point, it feels like that twist of the novel or a movie, where just before the climax, the hero has figured out that all which had changed was of no use, and all hope is lost. That he is still where he began.

I came to Blogspot whenever I wanted to write something heartfelt. Even though it wouldn't have been any use to people reading it, apart from the sense of being able to relate.

It's been a good life, alright. From 18 to 28, it's been exactly how I imagined when I was young. To not have a smooth ride. To win hearts and have an impact on the minds of people. Some people couldn't figure me out, or some found me absurd, hurtful, or just plain dumb. But at least, I haven't been one of those average people who have never been true to themselves, forget about being honest to others. At this point, I can say I have bled my heart out to have no regrets. And I stand to have no regrets.

I will continue writing, as it's the only passion I gained over the years. Medium. That's where I am going to shift, the next time I wish to write. To all the silent readers, thank you for being a part of my self-discovery and Blogspot journey. Find me on Medium. https://medium.com/@reekagrover

I would like to end with:

We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here.

Love, 

Reeka Grover

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  1. Reeka Grover31 May 2022 at 00:51

    Thank you so much. You can find me on medium. https://medium.com/@reekagrover

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