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There are times I wish life were a pool of mediocrity - of small minds and smaller dreams. Simpler desires. Lesser pressure. Stress of a different kind, and in smaller measures.
Sometimes I wish pain would go sting someone else.
Sometimes I feel tremendous wonder that one mind can house a million thousand gazillion thoughts within the span of a micro-second. And yet all those stray thoughts - those feelings of loveinsecuritylonelinesslongingirritationexcitementtension, howlingshrillyblindingsingingcomplainingcooingmourningshouting at me, how I can feel all this in one single, lonely moment?
And yet life goes on.
And yet it stays the same.
And I hope and I despair. And I simply long, despite myself, for a NOTHING. Just for a second. To be cocooned in a floating, unthinking, unaware, (but not unloving) state.
Too bad life can't wait. And so I trudge along, somewhat sadly, somewhat elatedly and very very madly.
Thank you for reading. Was it mediocre? Yes? May be I'm getting somewhere.