Category Archives: Self

Perhaps the reason for our existence is to tell stories so that people can experience them. Making their own stories in the process for the next generation and the next… 

Losing interest in the things you once enjoyed can be a scary experience. Alas! Such is life. 

History can be quite deceiving. Only the winners get to write it. And all that remains about the loser are the foggy, muddy stories full of plot holes no-one is going to bother cross checking.

Some days are spent day dreaming. Thinking of what could’ve been and what could be… The lives we lead are largely a result of the dreams we have. It’s scary to dream big sometimes, because if those dreams are shattered, so could you. But then again, what’s the point of dreaming, if you can’t dare to dream big? 

Ever been at ease? Not knowing that there’s something just behind you, creeping slowly, teaching h you how scary time can be. And all of a sudden panic takes over your whole existence. And your being has only shattered memories of what once was…

The culture of outrage is upon us.
The cult of outrage is upon us

Hmmmm maybe these words have the same root…

Beginning something new is tough. The ability to just get up and start an entirely new thing is something I envy. I cannot do it. I start thinking about a new aspect of my life and I start freaking out. Doesn’t matter if it’s a good thing or bad. My hands get sweaty and tingly and my stomach starts churning just with the thought. I don’t know if it’s normal or something to worry about, but for as long as I have lived, this feeling has engulfed me.

I am looking at something new that might change my life. Hopefully in a good way. But it is by far the most scared I’ve been. Exited too. But with caution. Having experienced a lot of drastic scenarios in the past couple years, having experienced varied ways of life and living, I think I need to change a couple of things in my life. And I think I am ready. All I need now is for someone to give me a chance. Hopefully, that’ll be enough for me to prove my worth.

There’ a reason why sometimes things don’t go your way. They are not supposed to. A smooth, straight life will teach you nothing. But failure will. And it will make your will willing to take chances. No matter how difficult they seem.

I have scary, dark, unknown roads to traverse. And things are not exactly going my way. But I’m still hopeful. Hopeful for the future. Because no matter how many tests I’ve to give, no matter how many curve balls and googlies life throw at me, I am going to play ball. One run at a time.

Trying out something new actively. Just the new motion in body, to be able to do something is enough to look at life with a new perspective. There’s a reason why people don’t like sitting idle. This new endeavor I am undertaking is very important to me. And very scary. Yet, I find myself smiling at another chance life has afforded me. Hopefully, something good will come out of it.