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Not Very Unlike You

I love life. Not that my life is any better than yours. I still love it. I do not judge my life against what it has in store me. It is neutral kind of love and it is constant. It is like breathing and will be so until it leave me wanting some day, for one more lungful of life.

Sometime I win, mostly lose. Some days I am happy, other days are sad, and like you, I do not remember most of the in-between days in my life.  I believe in God, and I love to fall in love. I respect those who love me for they are so wonderfully patient, I do not hate those who ignore me, I can't see things about me the way they do, hence, probably what they do to me is in someway right too. I am not sure if I could die for a cause, I am for sure too fickle to live by one. Some days I cry for my fellow human beings, most days I cry for myself. 

No, I don’t go ahead and take that plunge; I am yet to do those special things I always wanted to do in my life. I am sure I will never end up living those moments I wanted myself to live. In this un-living is the possibility of living… and this fuel my dreams and fires my love… for life. 

I will someday be all that I wanted to be, that someday is many days away, and I am thankful to keep it that way.

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  1. very uplifting - something I needed to hear :-)

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  2. In the words of I Do Not Remember, "Why do today what you can do tomorrow?"

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  3. Rajesh, getting close to a phase of dormancy in writing??? (too blunt, sorry, but couldn't help asking; I really hope that am mistaken)

    Way to go!

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  4. RG, If you define Dormancy as the pause between two seasons in writing, you are bang on. It works in cycles, like seasons :)

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