A Letter Never Posted

Hey You,

I have always been some one who might appear to be a pessimist on the outside, but is an optimist through and through. Hopelessly so even. And today I realized the folly of my beliefs. Apparently no matter how much good Karma you throw out at the world, somehow you get hit by the bad stuff as well. Ricochet from someone else's Karma perhaps? I don't know. All I know is that as I sat there listening to you talk about us, I realized, that there simply is no point in being optimistic.
I realized, that we started out on your terms, we were together on your terms and lo behold we ended on your terms. Where's the justice in that? Right, so you say you're stubborn, take the good stuff for granted, quick to point out what is wrong and all that. You also say you never walk away. Didn't you just do that? At the first sign of trouble, didn't you just throw your hands up and say "Ok, damn, I can't so this"? So what was that all about? You give your 100% to your friend, but the person who can make you feel more special that any friend anywhere, is not even given a chance?
For some reason I thought when it came to us, you'd at least give us a fighting chance, maybe because I foolishly hoped I meant something special to you. Is this how specialty is treated? I always thought, here is a man I can trust to have by my side. Here is someone who might be worth a fighting chance. I fought for you, every chance there was. And what do I get?
I can not begin to explain how much I wanted to be the one who could make you see. I saw through you. I knew you. I understood you. And I knew, I know that if you had just given us a chance, I would have made you see how much I get where you're coming from. How well I understood who you are. How much I could have made you believe that there is a way around everything, and that we could have had it all?
At this point all I can say is that it breaks my heart, not because we aren't together. It breaks my heart that you did not give us a chance to explore what could've been. I breaks my heart that I might never be able to make you see how wonderful it could've been. It breaks my heart that you walked away.

Love,
Me.

Break? Or Build?

Can I just say that it sucks? Yes it sucks to like someone and know that there is nothing you can do about it. I sucks so much that it becomes a chore to pretend you're normal and not busting inside. At times I wish it weren't so. Why can't life be simple instead? Is it too much to ask for?

You like someone, they like you back end of story. Why the drama and the heartache? Why have to go through the ritual dance, and end up standing alone on the dance floor? Like the little reject shit that no one would want to dance with.

Frustrating and annoying and pathetic it is. Because you know in your heart, that if this was your best friend, you'd be telling her to get the fuck over it and move on. And you know in your heart that you're THAT hypocritical. Dishing it is always so much easier than taking it. And at the end of the day, you know you got to stand alone. But you still want a partner on that bloody dance floor.

It reminds me of something I read today that Tupac said, yes, TUPAC:

You can spend minutes, hours days, weeks or even months over analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened ...
Or you can just leave the the pieces on the floor, and move the fuck on.

Procrastination and Stagnation

Some times I feel like I have Asperger's Syndrome, or maybe I'm just a dissociative personality. I don't know. Ever get that feeling of standing on the outside and watching life pass you by? I get that several times a day. Makes me wonder about how normal "normal" really is, or actually, how crazy "normal" really is. It's strange to feel like this. Almost as if you're in a surreal existence, a parallel kind of place. I look around me and see people succeeding, people doing better than me at what I'm doing, and it makes me wonder where I'm going wrong?

Maybe I'm just a big procrastinator and no procrastinator ever reached the top of that ladder. It's like in the book, The folk of the Faraway Tree, when Connie gets stuck on the never ending ladder. Life's kinda like that, a never ending ladder. You stop because you realize its never ending. Oh wait, life does end, but your legacy never does, does it? That is exactly the point, the legacy you leave behind is what makes you continue on the never ending ladder. So basically those who stopped are those who leave behind nothing. Their life literally comes to a halt.

I am beginning to think maybe I'm kidding myself when I say I want to succeed. When push comes to shove, I am after all mediocre. Nothing spectacular or amazing. But, and that is a big but, does it really have to be like that for me? For anyone?

I met someone today that I hadn't seen for eight years. Meeting them made me actually realize, and sit and think and analyze, where am I going? He seemed to have changed a lot over the years. And he told me I hadn't changed at all. Is that supposed to be a compliment? I suppose if he was talking about looks, it is, female vanity being what it is. But in every other sense isn't being told you haven't changed amongst the biggest insult? It's like being compared to stagnant water. Dull, still and useless, actually not really useless as much as dangerous, in that it helps breed mosquitoes.

I suppose being told you look so different and that you've changed is the biggest compliment one can receive. It signifies dynamism and volatility, two traits I'd love to claim.

Voices

The voices, make them go away.
The shouting, the screaming,
The crying, the begging.

Do you think you can make it go away?
23 years of voices in my head,
Can you banish them?
Will you kill them?
Can you make them just go away?

Did I try you ask?
I turned a deaf ear,
I turned my head away,
I even tried to look the other way.

It doesn't help at all.
It makes even less sense than most.
The voices will stay
I can't make them go away.

Help me... Please take me away.

Sunday

Its KFC Day! Yaay!

Ever since my father re-married, his dinner on sunday has been at his in-laws home. And since I shifted back to Delhi, My grandma and i have been having KFC meals on Sunday! And it's Sunday today! :)

Got to Let Go

Somethings in life, you just got to let go. You can't go through life holding a grudge against your kindergarten enemy, can you? You can't go through life holding a grudge against your middle school class mate, now can you? Forgive and forget. Everyone preaches it, few practice it, almost no one understands it. We often forget thinking we've forgiven. Big difference there, my friend. There is a reason frenemies exist. Well, frenemy isn't exactly a word, but I like to borrow from Sex and The City on occasion.
However, the big question here isn't that can you let go of what others have done onto you, but the question that goes round and round in my head, is that, can you let go of what you have done onto others? Can you let go of what you have done onto yourself? Yes yes I can see it sounds a bit heavy and philosophical etc.. But it's true. And I have only recently begun to understand this concept called forgiveness. How can you possibly forgive anyone at all, if you don't understand the concept, and for that matter, if you can't forgive yourself?
Not too sound too philosophical, but there are things you just have to let go off. Let. Go. Off. It is not easy and it definitely isn't something that has a switch you can just flick on. It is a slow process, and can take years. The trick here is not to let it get to you, or go round and round like a spinning theme park ride in your head. That, my dear, takes a whole lot of practice, and a certain ability to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the voices and people in your head.
Luckily for me, I am deaf! Not blind however, but that will happen as well. Runs in the family! See, wasn't that hard to find that silver lining was it?