Its been 10 days since I have not blogged. I am not a regular blogger but still I like to write whenever I have time. I write about a lot of different things. Book reviews, the art of living, but most of my work is like a diary entry . So, Mostly I write about myself , my life and my problems.
Last 10 days were kind of happening. But right now its like I am somewhere down in an abyss . An abyss between the two main walls of my life, the things that I want from my life and the thing that my parents and family want me to work on! I need to climb up to any one of these huge walls but I need the ropes of exact height , I need the support to be at top. I need my friends. I am half dead , waiting for my friends , who are the ropes to come out of this vast chasm ,but they are no where to be seen. I am all alone. I am fucked up! I thought my friends are my life , I gave up everything for them , I lied to my mom for all of them , I loved them like they are going to be with me my entire life. .. but they were just like others. It was my mistake to trust them like my own blood. I never wanted to believe in this "blood relation is the only relation" theory but I am forced to do so. And this is the reality of life! We are on our own and no one would come to your aid when we would actually need them. But I might say this is the right theory to achieve success in life, still I don't follow it. Love is all I creep for , and success would then come along.
I follow my heart , and my heart says I would die for each one of them if the need be so. I don't want them to help me out in the time of my need. Even if they are not by my side , I know they will be as soon they know about my condition . Its all my fault or may be the creator's . People can only judge us on the basis of our actions , not intentions. And I believe that once they know my intentions , they would come to save me like the Bollywood movie heros . They would come riding a horse , pass me the rope and I would be saved.
I am kind of an hopeful child. I always hope for the best . And this roots the seed of expectation in me.
And when I expect from people that they never fulfill , I die everyday waiting !
Last 10 days were kind of happening. But right now its like I am somewhere down in an abyss . An abyss between the two main walls of my life, the things that I want from my life and the thing that my parents and family want me to work on! I need to climb up to any one of these huge walls but I need the ropes of exact height , I need the support to be at top. I need my friends. I am half dead , waiting for my friends , who are the ropes to come out of this vast chasm ,but they are no where to be seen. I am all alone. I am fucked up! I thought my friends are my life , I gave up everything for them , I lied to my mom for all of them , I loved them like they are going to be with me my entire life. .. but they were just like others. It was my mistake to trust them like my own blood. I never wanted to believe in this "blood relation is the only relation" theory but I am forced to do so. And this is the reality of life! We are on our own and no one would come to your aid when we would actually need them. But I might say this is the right theory to achieve success in life, still I don't follow it. Love is all I creep for , and success would then come along.
I follow my heart , and my heart says I would die for each one of them if the need be so. I don't want them to help me out in the time of my need. Even if they are not by my side , I know they will be as soon they know about my condition . Its all my fault or may be the creator's . People can only judge us on the basis of our actions , not intentions. And I believe that once they know my intentions , they would come to save me like the Bollywood movie heros . They would come riding a horse , pass me the rope and I would be saved.
I am kind of an hopeful child. I always hope for the best . And this roots the seed of expectation in me.
And when I expect from people that they never fulfill , I die everyday waiting !
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