on the road

crossroads, past-quarterlife life crisis, in limbo, restlessness, impatience, however way you wanna call such perplexing feeling that lingers whacks me more frequently than ever. shantaram says, fate always gives you two choices, the one you should take, and the one you do. and strangely enough, i come across in the most unlikely place, an article about on the road's 50th anniversary. and i start remembering the mad ones, those who are mad to live, mad to talk, wanting everything at the same time. the ones who never yawn and burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. and then you stop and think. are those the same ones who want too many things, who get all confused runnning from one falling star to another until they drop? those who have nothing to offer except their own confusion? Publish Post

pleasures of sadness

feeling slightly forlorn

"One of the reasons why we crave love, & seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, & shame, & sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you"