Someday

Change comes slowly. At its own pace, and sometimes its hard to identify until bang! its there. There have been things that have always been taught to us. In thin textbooks, pencil drawings, moral stories. We've been taught to be patient, to be selfless, be humble. We've been warned against greed and explained how to be truly happy we have to give more. We've been told to curb desires, to help others, to be kind and never to hate, but only forgive. Love, friendship, goodness, worth... These are the things that make any man... or woman 'truly' happy, content. Life has been charted out to us a simple way of gentle care, hard work, constant responsibility. Emulate the good and do away with the bad.

We've all begun as idealists haven't we? Learnt to be human, wanted and given love, expected laughter. Most of us have become bitter with constant disappointment. Some of us have become cynical and laughed at the naive optimism of some untouched soul. Some of us have lost the hope of ever getting what we want, and looked enviously at the ones who still laughed, who still seemed to get everything, 'perfectly'. Most of us are more or less lucky about certain things we seldom recognise. We all have something going for us and human nature makes us want the things we haven't or cannot get. Discontent is normal, some people deal with it and push the thought away and some brood and make it worse for themselves.

Everyone has flaws. I've learnt to identify mine and found them to be too many. Comparing people/things is horrible. Sometimes people think too much. They puzzle and agonise, and frustration comes when the thing is belittled to nothingness and the earlier constant perusal seems stupid, if not unnecessary and redundant. Carpe Diem is something that I've always found worrying. It is somehow... so irresponsible. Moments do need to be seized, but we've to be careful that it hurts no one else in the process. Being a little selfish is fine. Being cruel in this selfishness is immature, and brutal.

Stick to your guns and believe what you believe firmly. Not rigidly, being hardened is not necessarily courageous. Things change, but sometimes you're not an individual anymore. If you're a tree with a hundred birds and animals living in your boughs and trunk, you've to think before you decide to uproot yourself and go off to Siberia. The animals might die. Provide winter care first.