I call it the Taps Syndrome cuz i feel like crying all day all night long. My heart is so welled up with sorrows that i feel i cannot hold it any longer.
There are some unsavoury incidents that take place. Although they take place only once in the real world, they keep repeating themselves like stuck videotapes in the mental world.
I know this aint a very sunny scenario. But this gives me much cause for grief. I feel down and depresed most of the time. Its like living a nightmare.
I heard in a newspaper column that some people can effectively train their minds to think along specific lines. Wish it were the case with me. I am a 'free flow' person with little discipline or control over one's mind. Yipes.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
When Will Life Improve
These are the words that ring loudly in my head as i type away at my keyboard.
When Will Life Improve? WHEN OH WHEN? Everyone has a capacity for failures. I have my own.
Despite facing the many setbacks in my life, i have waged a lonely war on a very singular front. I may have lost many a battle and i may have lost many a turf, but i think the war is far from being won. I still wage a war in the hope of a more positive outcome. I do not care what these battles lead upto. I concern myself with my belligerence only.
For how long, a man imagines, can one afford to take up the gun when the ammunition is only limited. This recurring fear is a nagging concern to my mind. Here the gun refers to the wits whereas the ammunition to the confidence. Even battle tanks fail when a man is robbed of his self-confidence. There must be a continuous fount of inspiration that must supply man his confidence.
All sources of inspiration run dry when tragedies befall man. It is only then when the man must muster up all the courage that he hath, else he must submit himself to the vagaries of destiny.
When Will Life Improve? WHEN OH WHEN? Everyone has a capacity for failures. I have my own.
Despite facing the many setbacks in my life, i have waged a lonely war on a very singular front. I may have lost many a battle and i may have lost many a turf, but i think the war is far from being won. I still wage a war in the hope of a more positive outcome. I do not care what these battles lead upto. I concern myself with my belligerence only.
For how long, a man imagines, can one afford to take up the gun when the ammunition is only limited. This recurring fear is a nagging concern to my mind. Here the gun refers to the wits whereas the ammunition to the confidence. Even battle tanks fail when a man is robbed of his self-confidence. There must be a continuous fount of inspiration that must supply man his confidence.
All sources of inspiration run dry when tragedies befall man. It is only then when the man must muster up all the courage that he hath, else he must submit himself to the vagaries of destiny.
Hurt Puppy
I know its been a long time since i blogged. I just hope i am able to write just as well.
To begin with, i really dont know what to type away at my keyboard. Currently, i am just staying put in my home, waiting anxiously for my examination results to be announced. Its been a long wait uptil now.
Hey, i wanted to discuss another matter with you guys. What are your first reactions when someone smaller in age misbehaves with you? The misbehviour might not be a direct confrontation. It may be quite indirectly done so as to show your position in relation to him/her.
Success is what separates two individuals. A successful sister may fail to reckon with her not-so-successful brother. She may then try to assert her 'higher' position by making insinuations against one.
All this hurts. One is unable to reconcile with the misbehaviour of someone much smaller in years.
To begin with, i really dont know what to type away at my keyboard. Currently, i am just staying put in my home, waiting anxiously for my examination results to be announced. Its been a long wait uptil now.
Hey, i wanted to discuss another matter with you guys. What are your first reactions when someone smaller in age misbehaves with you? The misbehviour might not be a direct confrontation. It may be quite indirectly done so as to show your position in relation to him/her.
Success is what separates two individuals. A successful sister may fail to reckon with her not-so-successful brother. She may then try to assert her 'higher' position by making insinuations against one.
All this hurts. One is unable to reconcile with the misbehaviour of someone much smaller in years.
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