Perfection

We're not perfect..all of us...We cannot be. And while we try and be honest about things...it's mainly the barriers we create that stop us...from knowing what we have. I mean c'mon you think your friend has the perfect life...no she doesn't..she just works hard to keep it that way..to maintain that illusion...but maybe eventually it's what you did..and you've done it..ab kar liya..ho gaya uske baad bolke kya fayda?!

I feel like writing deep and long..but i find myself questioning me..am i too harsh in my judgment of people!? Do i judge people with the same measure that i judge myself..with such exacting standards..so that i have no value of them in my lives..everything is about strong and weak...who is a good person..or rather what is a good person? What is weak and so what is strong? How do we judge? Words hurt...they have power..when said or shouted or just spat out..

I feel like talking like Henrietta from "The Hollow" (Agatha Christie) who says " What will i do now? I'm so tired..." and Poirot says "Courage"...When things are very dark...remember that you helped...(The mystery of the blue train)

I always turn to books in times of trouble, pain, stress, love, life, happiness..all emotions..there are some which are feel good books, there are some which are meant to be read, there are some which inspire you...there are some with stories so poignant they make you cry...

I feel tired..and aged...so old that the lines feel like a string stretch too thin...I suppose it's a part of being grown up; to pretend...