Wonder

The last academic paper at uni brought this immense sense of relief. Almost awestruck i would say. Never mind about the joker who stapled his exam sheets wrongly, nor for the fact that the rest of the 800 people having to wait as a result. Its a strange brood of emotions going on. Its like aging thirty through three yrs. Small little things like lying in the sun just to get a tan was a to-do thing 3 yrs back, and now it seems extremely frivolous and a complete waste of time.


Gee. And if frame of thoughts change as it is, it really makes me wonder how would the train of thoughts be at 25? Work starts in a week, and there are things yet to be completed. Sheesh! Time flies so very very fast. And its very strange the way the human mind operates. Like there was plenty of time to meet, and we don't meet. Now when we are so busy, yet we manage to meet. Prayer works! Prayed for zest, and Zest came in leaps and in bounds. Hope it sticks around a littttle bit longer. :D

Gotta get used to...

When I realised it was gone, it is hard to remain entirely unaffected. There is only so much that self convincing nonchalence can do. Indifferently speaking, maybe this proves my point. hmm, i guess. There is no dearth of short lived happiness, anythings or randoms. Best if they overlap so as one dissipates, the next comes by, just as it starts to count itself down.

Strange. What matters really? The only constant is eternally good. Comfort in the knowledge indeed. :D

*shrugs* :(

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

So?

Humpty dumpty just REFUSES to crack. ;D

Very positive yeah. Feels like an alter ego or smthg. Shall see how long it lives.

sb i love you!

Face of a man

Happiness stretches a time, further then happy can contain. It is amazing how with age, you realise that emotions are dressed with much sophistication. It has a core feeling, and tails a smorgasbord of peripherals. Bittersweet, love-hate, and the like. Words simply fail to entangle that motley assortment. Or sudoku for that matter. Even Happy rolls out an entire glad, ecstatic, bliss, awesome, etc. Which again makes this thing really confusing and impossible to understand.


But come to think of it. Scientists say that our basic construct is not far from the chimps. That sounds really contentious. I highly doubt that they experience surging emotions while cracking a peanut. Or jabbing ants out with a twig. Of course we are so so different. Made in the likeness of Him. So praise the Lord for those range of emotions. For the happy little dog wears his heart on his tail, whilst we humans stash a groupie of masks under our happy little veneer.

Displaced

No issues really. Just a passing thought. Best to maintain semi-detachment and when the bad happens, it is easier to denounce that nagging spiral of thoughts. I find it wholly ironic that the same thing we refuse to delve into, seeks constant regurgitation in the mind. But the most beautiful thing is He can reduce that dissonance, and soon it will dissipate. It frees the psyche, bigtime. :)


Its not that everything has been going well. Some has not. But you know the 80-20 rule. 20% of all summated occurences are negative, unfortunately a 80% of the mood is dwelling upon it. Maybe this doesnt work for everybody, but that gross imbalance needs to be tweaked.


I saw a homeless old man and he lugs a ricketty radio around. It was blasting tunes as old as time, and just jarring against the present. It's extremely sad. That as life blooms for some, life is gloomy for others. Was just sitting about 15 feet away and wondering what thoughts occupy his mind, and where does he stay at. Cause that glazed look in his eyes; doesn't seem to speak of bliss, it does however, like his radio, seem lost in time. Since then, i've seen him around a couple of times. Same spot, same radio, same position, expression, glazed off. What has life to offer him hence?