I am walking down the street when I feel a few eyes on me. I look sideways and see a few guys gaping at me. Is it my dress? Is it my hair? No. I keep walking, they hoot. They call out a few names and laugh among them. I am uncomfortable now. I walk
“I guess sometimes the greatest memories are made in the most unlikely of places, further proof that spontaneity is more rewarding than a meticulously planned life.” Redmerski struck the chord here. It got me thinking about how we waste so much time pondering and procrastinating things while we could have just gotten done with it
Like Heraclitus put it, “Change is the only constant thing in this world”. Really, who even likes change unless it is leading to something better. Even then, a certain depressive episode follows when you are going away from a certain place or thing. A nostalgic wave of memories and ache crosses right across your body.
You did not like it when the alarm blew at 6 in the morning and you had to get up, get ready and go to school? Or were you one of those annoying little kids who just loved waking up in the morning? It doesn’t matter. Either one of you will relate to this. This