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
There are a thousand ways we imagine things could conspire to be. Yet when the outcome turns to be the one we didn't want, we begin to break down. We begin to hate the chances taken. We begin to hate the efforts that we put in. We regret. Sometimes, it is difficult to say that the fate of our lives is in our hands. That we are the master of our world. Maybe we are not, because we try to do our bests yet we can't achieve. What is the purpose then? We ask ourselves, our friends, maybe the higher power. If things aren't meant to roll out the way we expect, what is the point of working on them? However, there is a way we manage to survive. It's in the lies that we tell others, maybe ourselves too. The truth about lies is, if we say them enough, we start to believe them --- "Does it still hurt?" "No" And unless someone looks into our eyes, we begin to realize all the lies that we have been telling ourselves and once again shred into pieces. For