I seem to always tend to miss my blog and writing my thoughts on it when I have no words to say! Life was once fascinating for what it could present to a young mind. It was the exhilaration of walking into the unknown, getting to the treasure or the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and the perpetually endless journey to the end that kept mankind on the invisible path. But it seems like life has a way of weighing down on people, forcing each one to be pessimistic and cynical about hope, hope of finding that pot of gold, however small it might be. One bright friend of mine said that you never draw the line between being optimistic and facing the reality that we might never reach the end of the rainbow. Is it better to be a person who has understood that this mad rush to the end in hope is nothing but an illusion and be a grouch? Or is it better to be a person who is filled with hope that there is the treasure we seek and be stupid to reality?
For a person who has no words to say, I do say a lot! Maybe I should have said that these aren't coherent thoughts at all in the first place!
For a person who has no words to say, I do say a lot! Maybe I should have said that these aren't coherent thoughts at all in the first place!
