A paradox and a half

Dear Readers, I realize that it has been a while since my last post. Honestly, have been trying to write, but somehow I almost always got too super critical about whatever I wrote. But thanks to some wise men ( and women) around, who brought me back to my senses, here I am with a rather honest confession, about how I see myself and the world around me and how it is still the “ME” part, that stays a mystery to me. I recommend you listen to this beautiful piece of music, while you may judge or witness this long with held post. Confessions of a Demented Mind Ever wondered how the people we are with, may not be because we like them, love them or care about them, but because of our own insecure needs to be liked, loved and cared about or maybe because it is only convenient to be with them. You know, you don’t belong with them, but the conveniency is a rather pacifying idea. Because, it’s only human nature to get by with what comes easy and make-do with the unappreciated. But then, ...

Young eyes waited to grow up Change the world; Make it alright But, is it true? That a brother kills a brother A mother cries for her daughter That innocence lost, Meant turning against each other? That friendships ruined Meant despising the other? Growing up sounded So much fun, Among blushy giggles And careless puns. But, is it true? In the gardens we jump about Lay silent witness to Promises broken and words unspoken; Is it true? That love fades? That under Ray-ban shades Are tears un-shed. Then I'd much rather stay a child, Bedtime stories and happy families on a ride, Even if a disguise, I'd much rather Believe that lie! "Many would rather believe a lie because the truth requires change!" ~ Tony Gaskins