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!