So who says old habits die hard?
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