I sound like a mythomane, a person with a
strong or irresistible propensity for fantasizing, lying, or exaggerating. Consanguinity, I saw a
lot of it last year and many of these had their own levels of repercussions and
chain reactions. Now I listen to my heartbeats. Dependency on others had become
a life style for me and like the upsurge of water creating their own waves in
the mighty seas, I had planned for the forthcoming year to sail composedly,
withstanding the most of obstructions and hindrances that came my way.
Every year I pledge to be stronger,
trying not to adorn a defeatist attitude, but slowly was realizing that at the
end of day, I had to take refuge under the umbrella of my own fate. A cataclysm
of my emotions inundating my whole being, most of the times pulling me apart,
as if to belie my whole worthiness. Hey, I am not trying to bail myself out. There
were times when I felt a sense of loss, a disappointment arising
from the people I cared. I knew that after a while, I will not want to have
feelings anymore. I just wanted to get on with my life without blaming anyone
.It was just ludicrous on my part expecting too much from them.
2015 is going to be the year, when I am going to expect the
lowest out of the people I thought the highest of and that way I will be saved
from a lot of setbacks. My Life needs to be packed with mirth and jollity to
help me follow that vital protocol which I have set for myself. So on a lower note,
but endorsing the highest essence, I welcome the Year 2015.
(This post was written in Dec 2014 , but has been posted now). It escaped my memory.
(This post was written in Dec 2014 , but has been posted now). It escaped my memory.
