On A Serious Note… (Not for everyone)

Running across the garden, chasing the butterfly, always in the hope, next moment is when it’ll be in my hands, but alas that moment is only in my heart, for the butterfly has gone out of my sight. I still don’t give up the chase, such strong is the hope within that I begin to see the butterfly when it’s not even there. But to what end? Will the ground give way to an edge or will the butterfly reappear? Lost in the battle thus, I begin to cloud the reality with the fantasy.

So blurred is the distinction sometimes that the more you think about it the more confounded you get. Things are so smooth sometimes that the reality appears perfect, but then the thought, how can the reality be perfect. Things are so gruesomely awful at times that to stay away from the reality, to imagine a wonder land and stay in it seems more conducive.

Being labeled a ‘coward’ for running away from reality doesn’t really matter. It’s only people who label other people, and do I really care about what people think. Not facing the reality, assuming everything is alright or will be, seems to work most of the times. I need not face it, I may work my way around it.

Relishing the pleasure that success brings after a hard day’s work is ecstatic. Says who? How about having the pleasure all day long and deferring the success to a later day? Lazy, says who? Having lived each moment knowing that you’ve squeezed the maximum pleasure out of it, greedy, says who? Being too passionate in relations and carefree in career, a failure, says who?

Before this post gets too much to be bearable, I’d like to end it here, adding that I harbor such thoughts either when I’ve too much on my plate to think about or when I’m totally idle. However weird I may be but I think many of the things mentioned above do make sense.