Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Individualism.


Individualism came from the skies
The eastern wind picked it up from the western side
It blew faintly
The light, sunny, fragrant breeze
Curious, the women stepped out 
The men sneezed.
Oh, the mesmerizing whiff of freedom
Heck, a challenge to the kingdom
We don't need this
Who got thee?
Ignorant as always
They didn't understand
Freedom itself says it's free

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The Golden Cup.

People are dying
Every day, people are dying
Death brings contrasting realizations
It tells you to live your life as much as tells you to not
It tell you life is short, make your own story, live your happiness
And it tells you life is short, be there for your loved ones, don't be selfish
Selfish.
How far do you go in pursuit of your happiness that everyone close to you is left behind
How far do you go to keep your loved ones happy that you lose yourself on the way
Is a life of balance possible
Is work - life balance possible?
Is parental love - romantic love - friend love balance possible?
What is the point of self actualization when you become inert to the pain of your closest you once needed just a whiff of.
In which road to happiness is it easier to move on than to mend.
Go on, move on.
Keep walking. 
Walk to your fountain of personal joy. Uncomplicated, stress-free, bounty. 
Trample on tears as you bounce towards your golden cup.
Go on.
Life is short.

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