Advice, as if adding vices to my already tarnished and egoistic soul, my old colleague stood besides me, showering petals of blissful and satirical comments on how to solve my problems.
I was so not ready to take advice, not yet.
As if the sound of my conscience tapping away at my head at will, resembling the woodpeckers hammering through the rosewoods, wasnt enough. It wasnt the first time. Just like the innumerable times, i had rather unknowingly sped past the signal, today too, my conscience was grudging over my incapability to let go of the thoughts of the future.
The reminiscent shadows of the past, were casting incorrigible stains of darkness over my perception of the near future. The many bad things that had happened, have blinded my faith in the good. The bad and the ugly were prominent enough to make me curse many a imaginary "Blame idols", that the human race has grown so fond of, God, Luck and planetary motions included.
But somehow, being the hopeless optimist that i am, i jump to the slightest chance of a comeback for me. That single strike of chance, that make me switch on the Television exactly at that precise moment when my favourite program starts, makes me believe again. "Stupid", i retaliate. Yet, the next homegrown miracle in the form of a perfect cup of coffee, from my rather incapable hands, make me the hopeless optimist again. And that blunt little grinny smile slips right through.
I was so not ready to take advice, not yet.
As if the sound of my conscience tapping away at my head at will, resembling the woodpeckers hammering through the rosewoods, wasnt enough. It wasnt the first time. Just like the innumerable times, i had rather unknowingly sped past the signal, today too, my conscience was grudging over my incapability to let go of the thoughts of the future.
The reminiscent shadows of the past, were casting incorrigible stains of darkness over my perception of the near future. The many bad things that had happened, have blinded my faith in the good. The bad and the ugly were prominent enough to make me curse many a imaginary "Blame idols", that the human race has grown so fond of, God, Luck and planetary motions included.
But somehow, being the hopeless optimist that i am, i jump to the slightest chance of a comeback for me. That single strike of chance, that make me switch on the Television exactly at that precise moment when my favourite program starts, makes me believe again. "Stupid", i retaliate. Yet, the next homegrown miracle in the form of a perfect cup of coffee, from my rather incapable hands, make me the hopeless optimist again. And that blunt little grinny smile slips right through.
Not an advice, but something that I have come to believe is that whatever 'could' happen is always worse than what 'does'. :)
ReplyDeletewell, advice taken, unlike what the post suggests, i am open to good advice! :P hehe! :)
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