Nowadays, I sleep late and wake up late. It’s become a chore. Though not to the point of being annoying. I sit up late. Watch movies. Family Guy, Seinfeld. I sleep.
“If you’re happy in a dream, does that count?”
And, when I wake up, I feel that I’ve been through the most tiring dream ever, day after day. This part makes the ordeal, ominous. But, even then sometimes the dreams are nice. Another thing, that I even tweeted about sometime back is how sleeping with a little music on could make me dream (try it yourself too! It may work for you as well). Such music-induced dreams are mostly always nice.
Elijah Price: It has begun. Tell me something, David. When you woke up this morning… Was it still there? The sadness?
One thing you realize waking up to is the unpredictability of life.
Remembering Estha’s ‘Two Thoughts’ in the pickle factory (from The God of Small Things)
“Anything can happen to Anyone” and
“It’s best to be prepared”
Death is a scary place for me. To think that people around you will one day be not there scares me. That, you could forget that it’s in the midst of life after all, is the convenience of living and tough phase of “moving on”.
Where and why did I stop?
To say the truth, I didn’t stop really. Life was happening as it should. Around me, and with me. I didn’t chronicle everything. But the time has come to look back and do a tad pondering over how life has been. Why everything is the way it is come to be, though not generally, but in a deeply personal way of speaking.
Of course, this wouldn’t make readable text for all. But, for some it should be. I’m more concerned about the portion of lovely people, who like to go through this grueling randomness in words.
There were no compromises along the way. I’ve done my bit of seeing it the way I want to, but I haven’t bent the truth to fit it comfortably into good-looking lines.
Where are your friends when they go away?
The loneliness of being stuck at a place all day. The past is like a photo lineup of freeze-frames. Life as it used to be. There’s no point in living in the past. But, it is great fodder to me for analysis. Social behavioral patterns from your own study case!
When you stop only you tend to look around. You may have kept running, which may be good in its regard. Then, stopping and looking around is the point of certain realizations that usually has the potential of becoming turning points in your life.
The friendship then becomes limited to short-duration calls on the phone: placed out-of-the-blue for maximum effect.
