latenighttalk

Life.

It is its many twists and turns that makes even the self-proclaimed-most-boring-person's life seem like a blockbuster. Just when you think you have seen it all, it swerves and heads off in a completely different direction before you can shout 'stop'. Or it thrusts you something completely unexpected.

We are so minute, even insignificant. Just where do we stand in this amorphous concept/definition/space/dictatorship/thing called Life?


Life.

It may be a rollercoaster, according to Ronan Keating. Or a box of chocolates, according to Forrest Gump.

It may be a bed of nails, or equally bad, a bed of unidentified creepy crawlies. Or it may be a bed of roses or sunflowers or any type of flowers which you can possibly feel comfortable lying on.

It may taste like a bad cup of coffee on a Monday morning. Or it may taste like a steaming hot chocolate on a cold winter night.

A thousand million gazillion -or more realistically- infinite possibilities awaits you the minute you open your eyes in the morning (though you probably feel like closing them for another 5 minutes).

Well, what can you do except to rise up to the challenges? Coz brave souls we are.

Or are we just hapless beings embroiled in a struggle of power between reality and dreams?

I, or rather, we, can only find out tomorrrow. I am optimistic... I really am. (=