I Ponder...has become a little dead. The routine keeps me busy to write but I wish i never lose this. For last 10 days I was alone but couldn't blog. One: laptop was not there and two: i couldn't. I have a wish to write a book someday. A very interesting book with a fulfilling content. So i should not lose on writing, my greatest self-proclaimed asset with a few verbal and written testimonials from those who read it.
All this while I had been into many a things on and off. Many thoughts. My mind has been wandering into other people's writing and words to find my own self and answers to various puzzles.When i read them, i find they write no different from me, nothing new and i already knew that. Bad habit but a fact judged true. Then why am i seeking for answers elsewhere. It all lies in me. And are some questions really important to ask.
As i have joined a new work, i observed myself as an audience. I see i am growing more n more absorbed with the petty and unimportant and anxious with the same. So much so that my indulgence in the world as a keen observer has reduced. Also positivism has diminished and is sitting on the edge. Until i get a dose on the same from my best friend do i realize how far i am getting from so much of good. Thanks to him i am able to come back to myself as i have grown.
How does one maintain this balance? Balance between: the world and me in it, and the me with world in me. I realize each one of us has a way of our own into creating this balance and i also have a libran to take care of the same.
My worries about no friends, no socialization and being alone have been the greatest since the time i moved into this city. I realize i am not made for it. Since childhood i have been the cornered one, the tough nut, the arrogant, the boring and thus the face in the crowd for good and bad reasons. Mainly people's judgement about me and must be for my actions as well. I have tried hard to figure out this life-long story and what i figure out is that i am like that, i should accept it instead of creating an unnecessary force against myself. Me and the world. No wrong. Let it just be the way it is. The more i ponder about this in my last year of the 20s, the more i would ruin my coming years.
I chalked out one day, all the good about myself and now n then that i have known felt and experienced. It was a good exercise and it made me realize that everyone doesnt have everything. Its just like that. The best is to keep up with what is there. For example: writing.
As i write this down i go through my blog again to see what i have written and that i will be judged by this. And then i just feel, let there be a judgement. Damn with it...! For once in a while, after a long break, such spontaneity is good for health.
after all, it has to be saved for some better tasks in life, some work, some family plans, some love, some book to be written, some change and some hopefulness.
All this while I had been into many a things on and off. Many thoughts. My mind has been wandering into other people's writing and words to find my own self and answers to various puzzles.When i read them, i find they write no different from me, nothing new and i already knew that. Bad habit but a fact judged true. Then why am i seeking for answers elsewhere. It all lies in me. And are some questions really important to ask.
As i have joined a new work, i observed myself as an audience. I see i am growing more n more absorbed with the petty and unimportant and anxious with the same. So much so that my indulgence in the world as a keen observer has reduced. Also positivism has diminished and is sitting on the edge. Until i get a dose on the same from my best friend do i realize how far i am getting from so much of good. Thanks to him i am able to come back to myself as i have grown.
How does one maintain this balance? Balance between: the world and me in it, and the me with world in me. I realize each one of us has a way of our own into creating this balance and i also have a libran to take care of the same.
My worries about no friends, no socialization and being alone have been the greatest since the time i moved into this city. I realize i am not made for it. Since childhood i have been the cornered one, the tough nut, the arrogant, the boring and thus the face in the crowd for good and bad reasons. Mainly people's judgement about me and must be for my actions as well. I have tried hard to figure out this life-long story and what i figure out is that i am like that, i should accept it instead of creating an unnecessary force against myself. Me and the world. No wrong. Let it just be the way it is. The more i ponder about this in my last year of the 20s, the more i would ruin my coming years.
I chalked out one day, all the good about myself and now n then that i have known felt and experienced. It was a good exercise and it made me realize that everyone doesnt have everything. Its just like that. The best is to keep up with what is there. For example: writing.
As i write this down i go through my blog again to see what i have written and that i will be judged by this. And then i just feel, let there be a judgement. Damn with it...! For once in a while, after a long break, such spontaneity is good for health.
after all, it has to be saved for some better tasks in life, some work, some family plans, some love, some book to be written, some change and some hopefulness.