I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Alas we have hope
Hope is single-handely one of the most powerful and simultaneously debilitating human traits. Hope can give you the strength to carry on when you feel down, broken and out. But this very hope can send your world screeching to a crashing halt when despite all your hope, everything you hoped for falls through.
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