As If I Care..!

It stuck me..just out of the blue...we are all about memories and hope. Memories - we hang on to them...we re-live them...we try to create new ones. All in the hope that it will leave behind something about us, about the time we spent, about the people we met. Hopes. Hopes are so overrated sometimes. Yes, we need them..but hopes operate in such a limiting fashion. You hope for what you think is good for you...outside the realm of your thoughts and that tiny idea of a world between your ears, one doesnt know what is possible. As you grow older, one often tries to hold on to the familiar even more. People you knew, food you ate, places you visited, songs you listened to, photos of the yore...each of them seem to grow more and more precious when seen through the sepia lenses of your memory. But every moment spent living the past is stealing something incredible from the present. Yes, we may be the net result of who we know, love, hate, despise, dont care about or look upto. W...

The feeling of a fresh dew... the lightness you experience when you’ve just hugged your loved ones.. music plays such a big part in my life. Listening to songs I grew up on takes me to a different world altogether. Must thank my parents for gifting me the joy of music.

Said one character to another in a Netflix series "so, why dont you finish that book?" "I'm afraid," she said, "what if its not good enough?" "Fuck the fear. One day when you will be happily crossing the road, humming your favorite song and get rammed into by a truck, you would've died holding yourself back for a fear no one really cared about." Why do we hold ourselves back? I kinda know why I was so miserable over the past few days. I'm tired of being afraid and measuring myself for things I have little control over. I lost focus of what I was to actually do and let all the gossip mongering get to me. Vir Das says a nice thing in one of his comedy series..."you cant control how people react, but you can control how good you make your work."

So what is it about worrying about wrong things? More about reactions than the purpose?