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Moment of Brilliance

Yesterday luxury got to me. A wonderful row house all to myself. All the amenities and cleanliness. God.
Wonderful food. Life could have been that way. Had great dreams and it was wonderful while it lasted. With morning, she came back to haunt me. I could not decide in my dream, whether it was her who had left me or if it was me who had failed her. I was perplexed in a dream. Anywayz I woke up puzzled and I reflected on a lot of things. Things said and unsaid. And then it dawned upon me. I would always pose a question to myself whenever I feel like having something and it involved a trade-off. The question is "Is it worth it?".. there can be several ways in which it can be framed. From a question-based to a wish based, from a negative to a positive viewpoint. The thing is .. Does it matter that you can't live without it, does it alter my existence in such a manner to change it for worse or for better. If it comes to that, then let me ask myself that question and respond to anything that way. Atleast I can justify it that way.
Sometimes I feel like "something" that has been squished on a highway and every vehicle which passes by, takes a trace of me. I am the "road-kill". Not trophy game for sure.

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