Season of Nuts...

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

If I died,

Who will wonder if I knew how much they loved me? What songs would they hear that reminds them of me, how long would it take them to get over me, for it to stop hurting and stop missing me.

Telling a friend, "I love you," is a big deal for me. It is a powerful expression for me - the depth, the magnitude, the extent.

The three words from me to you is a promise. "I love you" means different things to different people. To some, it's a declaration of eternity. So it's a phrase they reserve for those they'd take a bullet for, and for family (because even if you hate them, you'll always love them. You're born with that.)

To me, it's simply trust and...more trust. It's handing my heart to you on a platter and believing that you'll take care of it. It is a confession of how much I'm willing to sacrifice and that no matter how far away you go or how different we may become - it's only a matter of time - that when I see your face I will find strength.

And vice versa. You can look for me. I'll always be here.

Friday, March 09, 2007

FAQs

Q) Why do people hang on to their pains and sufferings as if they are treasures?

A: Because even though they say they do not want them, in fact they are quite comfortable holding on to them since they are known, recognised and give identity to the holder.

Most people have the fear of the unknown and therefore believe in the old saying, “A known devil is better than an unknown one.” Many of us psychologically enjoy the attention we get due to the suffering and pain we bear, and so hold on the problems and the identity they build for us.

We may even do this unconsciously. At times we may remain in the identity because we simply lack the courage and conviction needed to create positive change.

Sighs, exactly...

Monday, March 05, 2007

Mid-twenties job & life crisis

The title says it all.

I am alone at a crossroad. I don't know where I belong.