While going through the assortment of random notes, post-its, credit card receipts and bills that I had brought from Bangalore, I found the following note written by me sometime in May-June this year:
Pain is the glacier from which all the rivers of courage originate. All that is required is a valley that needs to be irrigated.
There is a duel - inside me - how do you choose sides. I am the two teams, I am the referee, I am the audience...how the hell I decide which side to choose. Even the duel is not well defined. One side is stronger cause ...
I need some all consuming work.
Work is the respite. An idle brain is the worst enemy of a genius.
Well, I did choose; actually I gave in to one side which got some impulses. It was bad, I learnt my lessons; and then life moved on.
But finding this piece was a good reminder of the struggle and the fact that I am capable of writing something that, at least to me, sounds a little bit poetic.
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2 comments:
if not poetic but extermely meaningful .... n something to remember
insightful
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