A date with fate

                 

If we were to be everything we've been through, what would you be? What has become of you beloved? Has life made you a skeleton of yourself? What happened to the skeletons that were in your closets? Do you check up on them? No because you only think about yourself!! Do you remember the first time you ran out to play in the rain? Do you remember the feeling? That feeling of a dog with two tails or full of joys of spring. 

I read somewhere today that kids raised with love tend to act and think differently from those raised on survival. But are they not flowers grown on concrete gardens? Beautiful and forlorn?

 You're always the first one to break off relationships because of the fear of being left. You'd be seated somewhere peacefully and your anxiety starts its usual seduction on a lovely lazy afternoon. She tells you how y'all going to end up like poetries with uncommon metaphors. How in the end, you're going to struggle to forget the bliss and the road will be a ribbon stretching across the desert. You feel a sharp pain, the pain of realism and your optimism being choked. You remember Rambo's knife? Oh yeah! Sharper than it. I've always wanted that knife by the way.

We all want to get away. To be somewhere with no memories like the pacific. I'd love to say like the book 'The monk who sold his Ferrari' by Robin Sharma but neither do I have a Ferrari that I can sell nor a liberal family and friends who'd understand me and won't have any bit of "she has finally lost her mind dear lord" reaction.

How do you live a happy and peaceful life? I'd be lying if dive into the "eating healthy, excessive exercise, and a good sleep" topic so I can just tell you to fall in love with sunsets. Fall in love with the way a kid looks at you after he's stepped into a freshly mopped floor with his muddy shoes thinking he's created some Pablo Picasso's pieces. Fall in love with the way a Manchester United fan still believes in his club after it has proved over and over why it should be relegated in their hearts. Fall in love with their reminiscence of Sir Alex Ferguson and Rooney's long distance strikes. Ole's at the wheel!!

 As usual, I'll leave you guys this;

"I've read that if an avalanche buries you and you're lying there underneath all that snow, you can't tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise. " Khaled Hossein,  And the mountains echoed.