What Do We Do?

Today i woke up and found am/was lonely not literally. This morning, i just stared at the ceiling for much longer than i did before and found it usual. One thought kept bubbling up and down in my head until finally i was able to capture what it was that troubled such a magnificent person i was. I had every single person feeding up on my charms now and then. And i’ve had strange persons read my blog and consider it fantastic(though i never edit what i write) and others follow my tweets and praise me for what i see not in myself.

And yet, i felt lonely. People far and wide adored my friendship now and then and yet there was a missing link, a broken wall, time escaping at every essence of breath i breathed.

Then i found myself thinking: i have all the love that i could possible have, from family, friends, colleagues and even strangers but why i couldn’t grasp that root of happiness on whose tree a sit each day.

Then again it just struck me like that unforgiving arrow of feeble cupid.

I found myself in love. It was a love so great and powerful over all things to the extent that each time am literally in the arms of a beloved, i still found myself lonely. Though i have many other loves which includes traveling, multi-cultural interests and history i found this love hidden within me very unforgiving.  And WHY, was because i’ve refused to acknowledged it existence.

The love to write, the love to share my thoughts, the love to inspire, the love to impact those abundance whispers and words of laughters and smile to everyone. I just simply gave it away for nothing so i just hit me right back. It made me lonely.

I was not doing what i was supposed to do. I was living the life to which the world provided me but not what i had originally wanted to do myself, i.e, capture imagination.

The world is running on  the imagination of others and i wasn’t doing my part. They stream through me and were never shared to the world through my writing thus the just bounced back into my head disrupting other thoughts in the making.


Psss: i never edit my blog.