What is life?
An unending saga of what happens was always going to be. I don't think so. I believe that life is the moment that is passing right now. Life is when u feel all that is to be felt. Life is what is now. Life is me.
Believe me when i say that i have lived them all, the lover and the friend, the betrayed and the cheated, the writer and the poet, the passionate and the compassionate, the sincere and the liar, the Mr. Big Time and the nobody, the duteous son and the role model brother, the realist and the dreamer. Where do i fit in now? Nowhere and Everywhere. All these might had been mere passing phases, but each one was significant. Significant in what they imbibed in me, yet so truly forgotten as a part of my past as how real is the present.
Some people want to be big and some content, all their lives destroying the today that is always there thinking about the tomorrow that never comes. If my life was meant to be like lines in my palms, wouldn't i be born as a tree, branches everywhere. But i am not a tree, i am a human, with reason and a sense of justice. Why should i just accept common sense, when it makes me behave common, like everyone else when i can be me.
I guess life and love are not two great questions, rather excamations, experienced rather than answered, invented anew rather than discovered what already is. I choose not to try and fall in love, because the choice is mine to make. I might have to wait longer than everyone else, or i might find that special someone in the next moment, but why ponder over now, when i still have my choices. When one day, someone finds or rathers stumbles accidently upon me, i know i'll fall in love with her every moment for the rest of my life. Till then, So long love.
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