It came out wrong because it came out right.

Some ass once said : ‘art never comes out of happiness’ . That ass was smart. That ass was right. And he was an ass for being right.

You try sometimes. And most times, it works. Your tears actually didn’t go waste. They managed to fuel some empathy in the target person and shit was sorted out. But its not always like that is it? I mean , not all of us are sob fests. Not all of us are spoilt kids harbouring fake tears. Most of us are like the Bob Dylan songs. Crying within an immense solitude, that which heard from another world , sounds like a beautiful song that gives you peace. The truth is, most of us are hopeless tragedies.

If things could work out just fine, then we wouldn't mind. But the cold blooded truth is, it never actually does. Maybe its a just me being all pessimistic. But if i could make all the things in my head work out in reality, i'd actually sound pretty close to optimism. Picture a 'rainbow- farting- unicorn' optimism. I think a lot. Spend 90% of my time in the bathroom winning an argument i already lost, or saying the things i didn't say when i actually wanted to.

But little by little , you get accustomed to it. learning to live with disappointments and surprises.

Some of us rescue ourselves. While the rest wait to be rescued. Either way , we'r still sailing in the same boat of short lived happiness and the consistent fear of loneliness.

Comments

We Refuse to Sink

I refuse to be sad when there are so many chances that need to be taken. I refuse to give up even though walking on a tight rope was not something I did. So what if I lost my balance ? Its never too late to get it back. Its never to late for anything. You might not achive the exact goal that you have in your mind. Its a perception. But know that when you feel that you haven't gotten there, you already have. You took a chance with life. You readily gave up your mind and became a hopless lover. You gave up your heart and chose to walk alone. You never gave up on your big dreams even though some other douchebag took away your big cupcake. You did what you had to..to move on. You had the courage to not give up. You tried. And that, made all the difference.

On Love

Love is a hug lasting for 20 seconds extra. Love is having a crappy day and coming to an old friend selling you SHEV puri. One that makes all your worries go away. Love is your dad sending you messages that start with 'Check your common sense'. Love is friends giving you proxies after calling you a bitch. Love is when your mother teams up with you so you can pick on your jackass sibling. Love is the jackass sibling doing your chores(while on a rant). Love is a a dog. Love is a kiss that's given immediately after you declare that you hated the previous one. Love is gossiping with your grandmother over a packet of Lays. Love is 'A walk to Remember'. Love is when she tells her, that she loves her better than any guy ever could. Love is when you turn down the lights and put on your head phones. When you love yourself. Love is when he tells you that it's okay if you move on. That even that won't change his love for you. Love is new start

The Problem with ' Whatever'

"So, Stairway to Heaven or Sweet home Alabama? " WHATEVER man. Play whatever. " Hey babe, do you think I should paint my nails purple or black? " WHATEVER baby. You'll look great either way. " Giselle! Would you like fish fingers or chicken pot roast? " WHATEVER will do. "... I slog all day and I don't even recieve a 'Hi mum, you're home' " WHATEVER, MUM. " You know man, you've been acting like a real dick lately" WHATEVER. I think it matters have an opinion. I think it matters to give a definite or an unsure answer to someone's question, instead of a carelessly vague 'Whatever'. When she asks you about what colour looks better, tell her what you think. If you hate both the options, tell her that too. If you think the purple reminds you of the time you first went second base on her, tell her that. She'll wear purple baby. If your mum asks you about food, tell her. S

Confessions of a sane mind , interrupted.

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