it's it

I seem to always tend to miss my blog and writing
 my thoughts on it when I have no words to say! 
Life was once fascinating for what it could 
present to a young mind. It was the exhilaration of
 walking into the unknown, getting to the treasure or 
the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and the 
perpetually endless journey to the end that kept mankind on the 
invisible path. But it seems like life has a way of 
weighing down on people, forcing each one to be 
pessimistic and cynical about hope, hope of 
finding that pot of gold, however small it might be... 
One bright friend of mine said that you never
 draw the line between being optimistic and 
facing the reality that we might never reach
 the end of the rainbow. Is it better to 
be a person who has understood that this 
mad rush to the end in hope is nothing but 
an illusion and be a grouch? Or is it better 
to be a person who is filled with hope that there 
is the treasure we seek and be stupid to reality?

For a person who has no words to say,
 I do say a lot! 
Maybe I should have said that these aren't 
coherent thoughts at all in the first place!