A drink and a heartbreak later, you begin to wonder if life was just incidental to living. Even if it was, it has to be lived. There are things to look forward to and people to run away from. Every high has to be cheered for and every fall has to be lamented. Happiness is not just over-rated, it's also overpriced. We all have our Godots to wait for. They turn their faces when they see us, only to return when they aren't needed any more. The tragic farce is that you live your life but that life never lives in you.
4 comments:
BRILLIANT AND VERY THOUGHTFUL.... MISS BROOD-ER
thanks :)
brooder indeed. its interesting how we try to lose our personal sorrows in the "universal". a psychoanalytical criticism of this post would yield interesting things ;).
ana the philosopher at her best...u have captured the essence of life that is always playing tricks on u, without bothering whether u are game for it or not........
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