Just another day as I walk by a busy street, observing what everyone is up to. It is rather strange, everyone I see has a different place to go. Some walking in 2's, some in groups and some just like me all alone. I wonder, are they really going their different ways? One day everyone has to perish, death is the ultimate destination. Why are we born then? What difference does it make? I remember saying it to a crowd on my farewell day, "The destination doesn't matter, what matters is the journey." Even though I had the most number of applause I lost in that "biased" competition, but then again come to think about it I had a journey full of applause. I mostly learn alot from my past, because sometimes we doubt ourselves, I get the answers from myself, failure doesn't matter if you do not give up. Failure is a mere state of mind. Made the wrong choices all the time yet they were such angelic ones. In the end all I got is hurt but then again a time comes when you go numb and stop letting things bother you.
I wonder when people think about themselves do they see themselves with a group of people or like how I see myself, a guy all alone who has all the answers, yet drowns in his own solitude. Solitude is not a bad thing you know, I know more about myself and its like I have befriended myself. But there comes a time when I can't comfort myself. That's when its painful. Past few years lost some very close friends who I would share my feelings with, no doubt they have wronged me and I sometimes tend to hit back and forgive. There is a limit to forgiveness, the more I forgive I can conclude I am being a little insecure because then I get back to my solitude. Spending hours just by yourself doesn't seem to be very good. Sigh! Let us hope I one day understand what the hell is going on and this endless cycle of make and breaking ends. For I seek you and only you who understands me...
I wonder when people think about themselves do they see themselves with a group of people or like how I see myself, a guy all alone who has all the answers, yet drowns in his own solitude. Solitude is not a bad thing you know, I know more about myself and its like I have befriended myself. But there comes a time when I can't comfort myself. That's when its painful. Past few years lost some very close friends who I would share my feelings with, no doubt they have wronged me and I sometimes tend to hit back and forgive. There is a limit to forgiveness, the more I forgive I can conclude I am being a little insecure because then I get back to my solitude. Spending hours just by yourself doesn't seem to be very good. Sigh! Let us hope I one day understand what the hell is going on and this endless cycle of make and breaking ends. For I seek you and only you who understands me...
