Social media,bah humbug.
Thats what I should blurt out.
But I too am one of the addicts out there.
But this media is the place that has been throwing quite a few stark realisations straight on my face since a long time.
I am not being me or basically am not being what I intend to be but rather what I succumb to be.
The whole profile pages,the albums,the wall to wall talks are all showing me people who are finally giving way to eccentrities.
There are people who are going on the craziest of the trips.
There are my very own friends who have been embarking on the most bizarre professions that I had dreamed of,
or more properly felt in awe of.
When I turn my neck around I see people who are going to become lawyers,cinematographers,chefs and even many who are at home.
Somewhere today i am feeling that I am very soon turning into that cribbing regular man who cribs, spathes himself again and again in a glorified crying.
i tend to innovate caricatured excuses of job,of studies and n more alibis every other day.
But every day I know deep down that dude you had to be there.
Look at the sun rising from the peak's tip,look at the concoction that he just made,look at the awesome video she just made,Dude I had to be there.
But the biggest question that stands straight is why then am here.
I too want to be happy,clicking pics in places where I yearn to be.
i too want to be bubbling with a euphoria where I would be proud to say taht :look dude I belong here.
This is what i wanted to do all my life.
Then where am I going wrong.
Let me see what I actually want to do.
First is to write,write endlessly,maybe just a letter or maybe a novel,maybe for my solace or maybe for the world's pensieve.
So what is stopping me.
Me and me alone.
Am I stuck in a priority quagmire which is eating me and me trying to eat it almost at the same time.
Cause I have got excuses ready.
I want to do that bloody MBA since I dont know when.I am so vexed at times that it seems even stupid to put it in writing a crime.
And whats stopping me now.Thats me again.
This I say cause it is the only respite for me.
But then there is the acting bug which is there or not or well maybe ummmmm....
Whatever atleast the bug of living shouldn't die.
Maybe one day I would meet you all and say:
"Dude,that's what exactly am made for:)"