This is my story...

Friday, April 15, 2005

Flaws of Homo Sapiens are known to be inevitable, for somehow or rather actions and consequences, causes and effects are unintentionally indoctrinated in us. Most of the times by eliminating that hamartia deemed unsuccessful, however reducing them is somewhat a better of both choices.

The idea of giving more than taking, giving into someone more than you have ever ask for, is not the intention of changing one, but instead, it is to accept one as a whole; a whole truth, a whole being, regardless of one's strengths and weaknesses, physically and mentally.

And this leads to another affection named "regret". To do things you wished you wouldn't have, to undo things you have done. Things will not be like this if you have not done such an action, which will lead to an undesirable consequence, which one will ask himself someday, the question of why had he done that.

Does it matter if the feeling of love is left unspoken, untold? When one passed away, the things which float in his friends, his relatives' minds are his exceptional and generous character, his everlasting passion for a hobby, his strong determination for everything he did, his words and actions which encouraged the people around him, his aura of love surrounded the people.

Why can't this be told and mentioned when one was alive?

Simply because we take things for granted, too much of it will lead us to addiction and dependence on it. When all of a sudden that object disappears, we will see a vast emptiness in front of us, realising it was all but a detest. That feeling which drives us to have such a passion towards that object is called love.

Sometimes by mentioning words which are sensitive, leads to something which is displeased. That's the reason why I have not been saying what was the cause of most of the unpleasent things which happened around me. It's better to keep it a mum, than to make a fuss out of it. However the feeling of letting the other person know is somewhat a disturbing one. I will get used to it soon.

What if mistakes are repeated again?

I just know that I will miss you. It doesn't matter if you know who you are, because this isn't the time to have such trivial, yet astounding matters to be mentioned.

What the hell am I talking.

Rambled by kaSh at 3:33 am