| Saturday, May 17, 2008 |
| The dreary side of ourselves |
Color me pink or color me yellow, I am still the same, blue. Try harder and fail harder, your life is nothing but a faint candle being blown off by a wind. You talk of colors, I talk of shades. You say hues and I say red, yellow and blue. We mean the same thing, and yet we express it in different ways. And doesn't this happen quite often along life? We seethe in a monotony of not being able to express ourselves or convey the right meaning to the other. And the 'best'part is she wants to say or mean exactly the same thing.
Human life is beautiful for we are the supreme species having the ability to express ourselves, yet how does that distance come into being? Or why do we lose ourselves so much to others, that we forget what we want and what we like.
Ok, I know, this is a bit too much.. I should call myself, just a bit too thoughtful these days....... |
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did you know that W.Somerset Maugham was an Aquarian?I think views like yours can be spotlessly precieved in his autobiograpical novel-"Of Human Bondage"
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did you know that W.Somerset Maugham was an Aquarian?I think views like yours can be spotlessly precieved in his autobiograpical novel-"Of Human Bondage"