Been a long time, eh?
Can't help. I haven't the energies to collate my thoughts anymore. Have a lot to do. A lot to see. A lot to visualise and adapt myself to.
I have been caught up in a funny set of scenarios. I use the word funny very loosely perhaps. Whenever I can't find a certain term to signify the enormity of anything, whenever I can't find any term to depict the truth of anything, I use "funny".
There was a time when I had a plan. I had arranged the series of events in my mind. Expecting things to screw up. Expecting things to go wrong and fuck my mind (excuse the language, bitch!). I knew I will sail through. I will face each wrath of nature with strength and beat it.
i felt i could be kinda confident that I can make it.
However, life had another plans.
There i was, fighting my miniature battles, when little did i realize, a mammoth war was being cooked up. without my knowledge. Like a tornado quietly walking up and reducing an entire palace to dust.
oh yeah, palace it was.
Confidence can drive you to lethal limits. Belief and truth are two ends that can never meet. Learnt it the hard way.
And i learnt it pretty recently.
Remember the plan that i was talking about. It was ruined. Not that things i planned did not screw up. They did. Pretty bad.
But that screw up seemed petty considering the other tornado like screw up.
Nonsensical invalids effect my life so much at times, its not even funny.
Each time I decide to give up. Hopes and confidence play the spoiler. They enhance my strength and then reduce me to dust.
Hate this idea of confidence. hate it to the core. It makes me believe things that can never happen. It makes me trust people. It makes me happy. It makes me smile. There are plenty of reasons to hate it. But the idiot that I am.. I cling to it like a parasite. Ah! when shall I learn?
Anyways, see ya around.
Can't help. I haven't the energies to collate my thoughts anymore. Have a lot to do. A lot to see. A lot to visualise and adapt myself to.
I have been caught up in a funny set of scenarios. I use the word funny very loosely perhaps. Whenever I can't find a certain term to signify the enormity of anything, whenever I can't find any term to depict the truth of anything, I use "funny".
There was a time when I had a plan. I had arranged the series of events in my mind. Expecting things to screw up. Expecting things to go wrong and fuck my mind (excuse the language, bitch!). I knew I will sail through. I will face each wrath of nature with strength and beat it.
i felt i could be kinda confident that I can make it.
However, life had another plans.
There i was, fighting my miniature battles, when little did i realize, a mammoth war was being cooked up. without my knowledge. Like a tornado quietly walking up and reducing an entire palace to dust.
oh yeah, palace it was.
Confidence can drive you to lethal limits. Belief and truth are two ends that can never meet. Learnt it the hard way.
And i learnt it pretty recently.
Remember the plan that i was talking about. It was ruined. Not that things i planned did not screw up. They did. Pretty bad.
But that screw up seemed petty considering the other tornado like screw up.
Nonsensical invalids effect my life so much at times, its not even funny.
Each time I decide to give up. Hopes and confidence play the spoiler. They enhance my strength and then reduce me to dust.
Hate this idea of confidence. hate it to the core. It makes me believe things that can never happen. It makes me trust people. It makes me happy. It makes me smile. There are plenty of reasons to hate it. But the idiot that I am.. I cling to it like a parasite. Ah! when shall I learn?
Anyways, see ya around.
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