it's not that i don't have friends...i do and they are all special...but i love to be lonely..i questioned myself often...am i a misfit??...now i have stopped asking...what's the harm if i am..i have been called crazy which bothered me back then...now this is what i have come to accept about myself..n my craziness is like my alter ego...the one that truly understands me....
it's strange how i change at every mili second...what i am now at this moment will change the next second...change is dynamic....some are flexible in handling this...n some resist change...but even when one resists it..he/she undergoes a transformation...life is how it is and not how it should be...all of us wear out rose-tinted glasses and see the world as it ought to be and not how it is...
i am a child...i am a woman....probably growing up is all about retaining the child in the woman.... and each time i fall n then rise from the ashes...i realize that the child in me gives me hope...and the woman that i am...the courage...i won't say i am truly happy every time....to say that i am happy is like trying to catch a cloud n pinning it down....and u can't really catch a moonbeam in your hand...my life is a constant "rat and mouse chase"....i am elusive and so is everything else...
i am best left alone because i lie in my own deep tranquil depths....from where i rise every day and where i go back to ponder again...
we all are "WE" before we become something else...nd being lonely is the best way of discovering the true US... and nothing cud be more enthralling than the experience of having a totally personal experience which is not dictated or doctored by other people's ideas of whims nd fancies....hence the uniqeness is a virtue and shud be alws upheld...
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