Too many words are said for the sake of it. This time I just did not say a lot. I did a lot of listening. People opened up their hearts to me. Did I like it? No. They make me aware of how cruel I am to myself. How very small I am, inspite of all the declarations and dedications. How I scurry around, avoiding commitments, searching for excuses and waiting and hoping.. People are taking decisions and not delaying their lives. And me? I am living in hope. I am a wound, a festering, rotten, wound. I am antithesis to all that I say, I think I stand for. I am too small for what I stand for.
I deserve nothing more than animosity and indifference that few people have been able to develop for me. But how would I react to it. In the plain old stone way. I think I am a bit stunned by things in life to react fast enough. I think too much, I act a bit too late. So many people have walked by me and I am like the sand which retains their footprints for just enough time. Let me think again. Yesterday I was berated, not in words, but by looks. The way they looked at me. Gosh!! and what did I tell myself at that time "T'is too shall pass."
I deserve nothing more than animosity and indifference that few people have been able to develop for me. But how would I react to it. In the plain old stone way. I think I am a bit stunned by things in life to react fast enough. I think too much, I act a bit too late. So many people have walked by me and I am like the sand which retains their footprints for just enough time. Let me think again. Yesterday I was berated, not in words, but by looks. The way they looked at me. Gosh!! and what did I tell myself at that time "T'is too shall pass."
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