“Let’s shoot for the moon…”
We can. All our lives, we have trained for that goal. And as we humbly stand at this point in time, all our dreams and visions bared before the world, our insecurities and fears, holding us down no more, we take a look at the sky. Our feeble abilities dwarfed by awaiting glory, and we steady our gaze.
Sometimes, this has stopped us from doing our very best because we believe even if we are not able to finish what we’ve started, or accomplish what we set out to, it’s the thought that counts and it should be appreciated.
But if the thought counts, the action counts ten times more. And if you can get ten times the appreciation for something, why not get it?
The thought only counts when you cannot otherwise make the action count more.
I try my best not to judge others, but in the end I’m just a human, especially since they make it very easy. The attention hoggers who make every bit of step they make a news worthy of our attention. Oh, it’s the food they are eating for the first time, a friend they’ve not seen in forever, a cup of tea we might like (common, it’s your damn cup of tea).
The thought of being ordinary scares me; thinking like everyone, cliché moves and comments…ordinary and common. Makes me strive to be unique and distinct, my own man. Some may call it weird, others eccentric…. I call it ‘different’. Continue reading “Something Different”
Searching for a memory, hoping to give life to it, a time of fulfilled longing… a cherished time and happy time. A longing for someone from a long time ago, it seems like ages now. Someone I used to know so well I gave myself to. Someone I shared a memory and a time with. Someone always in my thoughts… but all gone with time even as with time it came.
Different dramas for different days….
Different people with different characters. You think you’ve seen it all, all there is to see of how people act until you meet new ones. Even picking a person in particular, you think you’ve seen all a person can do, all the sides to their personality, until you meet them in a different environment, a different setting and then you see a different being in the same being.
I reach out, you pull back
We dance this tango
Even when it ain’t romantic
Enough precious sleep missed
But still I try
I give it a last shot, for old time’s sake
Yet your ego wouldn’t let…
Continue reading “Scattered Thoughts (5)”
