I needed the damn thing so badly that it didnt strike me even once that my desire had so outgrown itself to become an obsession that I had ceased to call a spade a spade anymore. The notion that it was the best thing to do had engulfed me in its wake and I failed to grasp the enormity of the situation, the kind of thing that happens when one hovers dangerously over the oft-trodden path of self-doubt and closure.
I guess it was the mind playing tricks all over again..making me believe things that were a mirage always. Deep down in my shit I constantly failed at identifying and nurturing initiatives. Initiatives, the one thing people find so obvious and inadvertent. Priorities are hazy, decisions lie untouched and resolutions finds no takers..classic example of a break-down? Massive deployment of heart rendering self elevating statements that tend to carve out an image we are not? I think not..
In the end it all comes down to you..you who is the at the centre of it all and always will be ..you who sees the world as he sees fit and looks to others as he deems them to be. When the tides swing your way you touch the clouds..when it retreats the myth shatters and the painful realization sinks in that it wasnt you but the tides that were denouncing failure and drowning critics. How often do we blame it all on fate? Once every moment of your life it seems to me…it depends on human nature and the kind of light he sees himself in.
Losers keep track of their failures..winners keep their success close to their chest….