THE WHYs

Why is it that when we look back into time, it is only then that we realize that those were the best days of our life..
Why do we forget to show our love to the people we love the most, when they are around..
Why do we never follow our dreams and end up with regrets later..
Why can't we erase certain portions of our memory..
Why can't we make certain portions of our memory permanent..
Why don't things always happen the way we want them to..
Why does the phone battery/balance go low every time we need to make THE most important call ever..
Why do we fall sick on holidays..
Why is it so difficult to plan a friends' reunion..
Why is it that we can never say the right words at the right time..
Why do loved ones hurt us the most..
Why can't we be happy always..
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Why is it so difficult to answer the above WHYs..?

OBSERVATION

I have this habit of observing people, unconsciously of course. Most of the times I find myself staring at complete strangers, carefully making a note of their every move in my memory. The sudden jolt into reality from my frequent unconscious observations leaves a permanent impression. At times, it is actually quite interesting. When I speak to people, I am able to recall funny incidents and facts I had silently observed at some point of time and I cannot help but smile when their words contradict their deeds. According to me, there are no dumb people on this earth. If there appear to be some, they are actually cleverly pretending or hiding something for some good reason. All sweet, chubby, gullible, stupid, innocent, smiling for no reason people are a shade cleverer than you would believe they are. Trust me, sometimes, they would be much smarter than you. Driven by pity at their low IQ, you would try to help them overcome their dumbness and would end up realizing your own level. Of course you can disagree!

CROSSROADS

The road gets divided into two. One leads me to a life I am most familiar with. It is the kind of life where I will have no worries, no stress. The other road leads me to a life I have always wanted for myself. This is the road that leads me to independence in all aspects of life. I don't  know if its the right choice but what I do know is that I would hate to give up once I choose this particular kind of life for myself. To give up and accept failure is not on the list. As a matter of fact, I have already chosen this road for myself. There are hurdles at every step. Nothing seems to go right at the moment. Every little hurdle reminds me of the road I did not follow. Every time I stumble, I am tempted to turn back and take the other road. It is easy to decide what is right and what is wrong when you are the spectator, but much harder when you have to decide for yourself.