Sweet vagaries

For some reason the word 'vagary' reminds of something sugary... maybe because it rhymes with 'jaggery'...

Every once in a while I feel the need to upset things just a little bit, just to feel that I'm alive, that something is moving, that things are going somewhere, that I'm not an unwilling victim of inertia.

But sometimes the "things" take control! When they do, life is nothing short of a rollercoaster ride, almost like a huge upheaval that tosses you high, high up in the air and then suddenly plunges you to the bottom of the sea. And at the end of the twisted journey, you feel like the piece of laundry that has been whish-whooshed about helplessly in a washing machine and wrung hard, separated from the wetness ... of emotion.

A friend of mine is a poetess in her own right. Her words brought a weird sense of calm. But not before I realised that I wanted to cry, smile, shrug, escape, laugh, scream, give up, and begin again all at once!

Sweet, huh?! I'm trying to retrieve some of the moisture. I want to feel again!

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"The only gift is a portion of thyself."

Strong enough?

Thought for the day... why me??!!

Why does the flicker of light at the end of the tunnel suddenly go out with no promise of return?

Why does one suffer despite trying so hard?

Why do we go on hoping that things will change long after all reasons for hope are gone?

Why do we hurt someone when we are actually trying our best to make them happy?

Why do people grow apart?

Why is it so difficult to start over again?

Why do we still believe after all faith has been destroyed?

... human after all...

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"Nothing worth achieving comes easy."