You know what kind of strange situation is this? You're hurt and you feel like taking revenge. And try to insult or hurt the person who made you cry. But when you do so, you feel you're hurting yourself. You feel more and more pain rather then the one who you tried to hurt. An inexplicable urge to apologize starts haunting your nerves. You, at some point, succumb that you did wrong, they did no wrong. You wish rather to take time to comfort the person. Persuade that you're mad. Succinctly convince yourself not to commit so heinous crime again.
We, as I observed, too often, embrace hatered ourself. We think that no other remedy is so effective as vengence is. We seek to settle scores without knowing our own capability of inflicting pain upon someone. Especially, the someone I'm puzzling you people are the one you love, or loved, friend or befriended. I, too, believe in it to certain extent. Until, I myself was taken down by the enigma I described in above paragraph. "Don't complicate life." was, is, most probably, will be, my favorite cliche. But now entangled with the demise enticing situation, I think complicated life is fairly necessary. Nights wouldn't have been so mesmerizing, had small lights of stars not made it made it look like a love lady of mine, or perhaps, everyone else's. I'm yet trying to reach to a convincing conclusion but shall love to ponder over it further. But yet there is something I'd like to ask you.
You know what kind of strange situation is this?
We, as I observed, too often, embrace hatered ourself. We think that no other remedy is so effective as vengence is. We seek to settle scores without knowing our own capability of inflicting pain upon someone. Especially, the someone I'm puzzling you people are the one you love, or loved, friend or befriended. I, too, believe in it to certain extent. Until, I myself was taken down by the enigma I described in above paragraph. "Don't complicate life." was, is, most probably, will be, my favorite cliche. But now entangled with the demise enticing situation, I think complicated life is fairly necessary. Nights wouldn't have been so mesmerizing, had small lights of stars not made it made it look like a love lady of mine, or perhaps, everyone else's. I'm yet trying to reach to a convincing conclusion but shall love to ponder over it further. But yet there is something I'd like to ask you.
You know what kind of strange situation is this?
good for heart broken lot
ReplyDeleteRather good for an honest one...!
ReplyDeletehonest ones were seen recently :)
ReplyDeleteI hope, then, it is a compliment...!
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