"Every dog has a day & every day has a dog! - We are like dogs, we wag our tail, no matter... we win or fail”
These frequent mucus & fecal fluid evacuations would drain you out at the most weird of hours. The amount of mental, emotional and physical torture that goes in and out is painstaking. There has been this tummy upset days, beside these irritating nose blocks, running nose, cough & cold at odd intervals. I so wished they just vanished away and disappeared completely. The more food, liquids & medications go in, more of everything else seems to come out.
Hogging on to your favorite set of dish and getting entertained was not all. There was this parallel contrasting human nature to the destiny's sweet and sour rolled-dice of karma layering you down and piling up this penetrating onset of reality beyond illusions - clear and blindfolded set of intellectual & foolish approach dynamics to life. The present, past and future viciously taking you on a roller coaster ride 'merry go around'.
“No harm done”
Life has its own ordeals of mischevious acts - making you struggle in order to figure out things. Enacting to - what's there and whats not, perturbed about this whole deep-shit state you find yourself strangled in & harder you indulge all by yourself or with an acquaintance, there is absolutely no one else, other then you who would have to take a call. Most of the times it will be you standing alone or at times you would be surrounded by this fleet of sheep. You need to count the heads correctly, choose wisely & find out the one from the lot - Not always would they be what they appear. There is absolutely no harm in grooming the sheep, if it gets necessary. You also need to learn, that you cant always count on them.
"Statutory warnings are not only meant to be read, but also to be taken into consideration"
You need to sort things up & update your version of existence. Growing out of the pity full
state of useless acts of remorse - summoning up to an extensive hell of a time consuming and energy degrading episodes. Everyone has there good & bad & enacting superficially is a human trail, no matter how things would be otherwise. Its hard to have no say at times & we all learn from our mistakes. If at all there were these rectifiers invented, that could make a difference and bring about a change for good. Yeah! It’s true, when you are worried about something, it would keep bothering you back of your head and anxiety would build up this pressure in your stomach making you feel all the more disturbed & restless and everything else would sound pathetically uneventful making you try to avoid the necessary unecessarily. Between the good and evil, no matter how hard you try not to care a damn about the nuances that evoke, provoke, involve, evolve - you, in an attempt to overcome the struggle, would be left in a perceptively rationale logistics of a logical reasoning, trying to find terminology for this utter confusion. Its not easy, when finding comfort gets uncomfortable.
“People are like condensed set of naked evaporated nuisances, settling down & appearing from nowhere to there confronted rest. No matter how much piled-on with there disgust they'll try to look sorted-sober, wearing masks in ways fanciful, deceiving artificially - fabulously dressed.”
Very few effortlessly come in handy and others are like the ones who seem to have been risen (dug-out) from there grave, to give one fine speech in random viciously circular loops & then back to scratch. No one seems to love the sober you, everyone thinks its there business to poke when all the best they could do is advise, but aren't willing to stand beside & act upon or help. Everything seems like just another blah-blah package deal that wont suffice barter. Everyone seems to be knowing & boasting about there capable intellect but experiences warn us about it being a incompetent mess. They seem to be running into a mad rush(race through the day), not bothered about the end result -pushing it further, poking, digging deeper, fingering & humping, trying to calibrate there joysticks
more or less. They have this guilt - to which, they just wont confess.
‘Its like a re-union of old and new set of jigsaw puzzle - trying to adjust & fit-in somewhere
amicably or adversely by itself’.
Choose wisely between your enemies and friends, get sorted & If it is not in your hands to do away with the enemies, try addressing all the ways you could keep in the friends handy, so you don't stand alone by yourself when you are face to face with enmity. I know it can go pretty lousy and stalking at times, when your life goes public and becomes a talk of the town. There would be times, when you would stand alone and the ones that don't trust your decision would be the so called known strangers. The ones who would know you more then you could yourself ever, would forever advise the best and stand beside in person or in spirit. They would be the ones you could completely or partially count-on. There will be times, when no one else would take you serious, or consider you righteous enough and you would go through those unasked & unwanted lectured bits & pieces of advise coming at you from all corners - deliberately wanking its load over your pretty face. Once all of this and that is over, remember! It all happened to make you stronger and taught you a lesson for a lifetime - for your own good.
"Enough of hue & cry...I say! ’You just need to learn calibrating yourself, sticking on to thee
joy’
Calibrate your joystick well...play safe - through & through this incautious ride!. Help each other grow instead of destroying each-other's pride. - Anonymous
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