S01E02- Is Being Alone bad?|Dear Diary|
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
Let the show begin.
Song of the day: Lord Huron- The Night We Met
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Woke up at 6 today. Good thing that I didn’t have the phone on my bedside because it would have been an easy job to turn the alarm off in that state of laziness. I made myself clear to wake up early. I kept my phone on the study table last night so that I would walk all the way to the table to shut it. Who walks that far from the bed that too on a rainy morning with that gorgeous gloomy sky? The wind from my balcony door was pushing me back to the bed. But who would walk all the way back to the bed now that they are standing? Ugh, lets go cycling. Little did I know waking up from the morning Sun is nothing but a blessing.
As expected, not many people on the road, that wet road was still a virgin and no cars drove on it yet. Perfect capture for the blog:
I kept on riding, and finally entered the Keep Calm Square, the one place I spend my most peaceful time. Empty roads are the best. You get the blessing of temporary peace inside the city itself. The vibes were definitely legit.
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This morning while I was freshening up after my bike ride, I was thinking how stupid I used to feel when I used to go to the gym everyday. Firstly, an artificial environment. Then, being the only person working out alone, because I had no gym partners whom I could accompany. There was this irritating group, who used to laugh silently whenever I would trip on a road kept on the floor. Was it worth it? Sooner or later I realized they all were too foolish to understand real humor. Recently I quit the gym and started going to the Town Park on a regular basis. Exercising under the trees and so many people focused on their own selves, made me closer towards nature.
I don’t know why, but I speak more to myself than to anyone else. Is it a disease? I don’t know. Okay, I have a question. What is the purpose of asking “How are you?” every time you meet a person? They are in front of you, they might as well be fit enough to be present in front of you. Even if someone asks, how many people actually care how you are actually? I don’t understand. Now, don’t judge me by thinking “hmm okay, he is too repulsive of humans, I don’t know what he thinks of himself” Cuz I have already mentioned that this is not me speaking, this is my heart typing. It wanders. That’s it for my explanation.
Is it mandatory to start drinking once you’re an adult? Most of my friends drink alcohol, and they’re like around 18 years old. I’m 19, I’m also a straight, heterosexual guy, I don’t feel the need to have alcohol and make loud noises. I’m just like any other guy. I don’t know what pleasure this thing gives to someone. Are we too scared to control ourselves, that we need a source to blurt out everything we don’t usually speak? I don’t think so.
I have reached the Third age of Shakespeare’s Stage. I am that lover, sighing like a furnace, with a woeful ballad made to my mistress’s eyebrow. Technically, I still have yet to find my mistress LOL! But I never let this part of me affect my true aim, my future. These are the times we decide what we really want to do with ourselves and how we make our presence in this world. Everyone does. But this is the part where people fail or win. Never be the person who fails. But never lose hope when you fail if your destination is fixed. Never let anyone steal your dreams. Always remember, even though you might ignore this, where you are right now, is because of your parents. It is because of your family. If they had to struggle at this extent so that you can finally get settled to where you are, imagine how hard you have to work in this world filled with competition. Of course, there is competition. But never let the fear of failure ever enter you. Stay strong, stay positive, and move forward with a head held high.
With this, I would conclude this blog with a small message:
Your life has just started. Don’t give up. The real fun has yet to come. The real adventure has yet to set. Smile, and move ahead. Everything is gonna be fine.
I will see you tomorrow, Dear Diary