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Waking up..

Something in me cries for freedom. It rejects everything that reeks of stagnation. It crawls out of relationships, friendships, nearly everything. Makes me forget pain, anger, suffering and my past and spurs me to just keep on taking one step after another. I love this half of mine. I adore it for all the places it has taken me to and all the sights it has shown me. It is what makes me intense, passionate, insightful, philosophical and cultured.

On the other hand, there is this other side of me that loves stability. Loves to be loved and is vulnerable to sentiments too. Whereever it finds a warm enclave, it runs to it, makes some space for itself, and give it a moment and it'll be nicely ensconsed in the surrounding warmth grinning from ear to ear. It succumbs. This part of me is responsible for my immense social circle. It is what makes me gregarious. It is what you talk to when you converse with me and enjoy it. All my wisecracks are his and all the witty responses I pour forth drop out of his collection of sharp retorts.

The worst part is that I do not want either of them to win and I want none of them to lose. It's almost like the famous paradox about a snake eating it's own tail. I don't want half of either and I can't have whole of both.

Just when life begins to seem like a dream come true, you wake up.

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