At what moment in the time of your life you are convinced that
you make a difference to someone’s life? To anyone’s life?
You know you are constructing everything precisely, you are chasing
all the laws and ethics of being in relationship with friends lovers and family
and also sentient of what is wrong. Maybe more than you need to. But in spite
of everything moralistic, why have you been godforsaken from every person
around you. You know how to talk, how to write, how to look good, how to walk,
how to crack interviews and how to make people feel good with all your humorous,
witty and expressive intents.
Then what goes wrong when you meet people? Do you suppress
your shadow over your own unreal image that it paralyzes the eyes of the beholder
that he falls into the false puzzle and assemble up all the strange pieces of
your picture and leaves you all incomplete without any guilt?
But you were going all right, you knew what to utter, you did
what society assumed you should do, you didn’t listen to your huge sense of
self as per their bid. Nevertheless why are you the one still miserable?
Did you not understand the terms and conditions of life or
you are just awful at everything? Everything that relates to revealing your
real senses to the real world, do you never make efforts or you just fail
everytime that counts. Even after rubbing kohl daily in your eyes, why have you
never drew the perfect lines and coils?
Are you amateurish in the matter of life and relationships?
Or you are just very ill-fated? Everyone is getting everything it seems except
you. What is wrong with you, are you the one who you fear? A nonentity?
