Ramblings

And when someone tells me I'll never know how they feel, or if there's no use explaining, or that I haven't really tried standing in their position before, I wish I could tell them how I am so willing to share that load, that burden, that pain-in-the-ass issue that's clogging up every artery in their bodies till they feel like exploding - if only they would bother.

I realise that even the strongest of people, or the happiest, are not immune to loneliness, sadness, pain, and even helplessness. Too often I tend to overlook that most people in our society are simply looking for something to be happy about, even if it's short-lived. Well, if I wanted to be happy, I'd probably look into the places I've never ventured before. Because if you've never found a long-lasting happiness before, you haven't found hard enough. It also goes to show that if something in the past did not make you happy, it's time to move on.

A few days back as I was travelling on the train back home, a wild and random thought struck me while I was observing how a couple behaved on the train. (Alright, it wasn't intentional. They were PDA-ing.) Here's what I thought: The ONLY reason (unless you can find a better one to convince me otherwise) that girls go for the players or jerks, is because even though they know they'll get hurt, they wanna give it a shot - a shot at changing the guy, changing his philandering ways and make him devoted. In this sense, they would have succeeded in turning around the guy who people believed no one could tame. And what does that bring, you might wonder. The answer is triumph.

I don't want to think about anything now because my mind is so empty and whatever I have just rambled up there is nothing more than what is currently flowing out of my fingertips to the keyboard. My thoughts are no longer crisp or vivid.

Some time in my life I will write a book. A fiction, that is. I know too much drama in other people's lives that making this up won't be difficult at all. And then it's all up to me to pretend that I wasn't talking about you.