Still flowing, living and rebelling
The days are passing by and life is going on its usual routine. Though in such circumstances it appears that there is nothing worthwhile to note down in words, still to be true to oneself, its really these days, when all anxieties are ostracized, that are worth putting down. All that goes on is not trifling, and am living to the heart's content. What can be better? Though the pursuit that appears to have failed, keeps lingering and I know not to die out and not keep trying, its still the small moments that are counting these days. The moments when, though I make myself appear foolish, there's immense laughter around. And still some people ask why do I do this? I may say why not? I am aware of what I am and capable of then really nothing else matters. Or really does it not? Well, being true, some things do matter and their pain lingers. But am always comorted by the knowledge that everything happens in its time when I know that my way is correct and so are my desires. And then ...