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Just me.  Other days, I am.
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Tuesday, January 30, 2007 @ 6:44 PM
I wish I could figure how it works... She thought about it. thought hard on the decision she had to make. one that could make a total difference in her life or one that wouldnt change anything and everything would remain the same. She learnt something about human beings: they preferred things the way they were. Did not like change.Would do a lot to make sure stuff remained the same. It was, she thought, a kind of safety catch - keep it firmly locked on and nothing would happen. No loud bangs. The status quo would remain the same. Giving up helped stop the thinking, helped stun the brain into submission and halt the flow of unwanted conclusions. Saved those precious little moments of life too. No point clinging on anyway. Time to let go. .Shit.Who could help her make a decision? She knew that only she could decide for herself and that the answer lay in her. But what exactly was the answer? She didnt know. But figured she had to decide soon. Whatever it was, she hoped that her gut feeling was right... hard to like. hard to love, to be more accurate. And easier to dump. |