The Traditionalist
I know my life is a
square , its so square that I end up at the same place after making
three right turns, and I am a traditionalist, with small dreams, who wants to
be a little successful ( may be want things to work for us - which we are
working for – my little bunch of weird
group ) , and a lot peaceful. Life was always good, it’s just that we all make
it complicated in our own space and leisure Yeah , kinda wanting more than how
much we need, doing things which don’t add up to a right cause, or right things
at the end.
In this swiftly changing times where we are taught that
murder is wrong, but only if a human is murdered,
and we are taught hunting is a sport and serial killers are bad, and may be jail
is for punishment but the Zoo’s are fun place for animals? I see they do a lot
of “teaching” you, and isn’t it the time you start thinking for yourself? We are taught and informed by the so called
media, social media and shit about who is doing what - bad and less of who
intends to be or do good? The bad
travels fast and news changes faster don’t we all need something new, something
better, bigger every single day to know and to talk about?
Trying to be the truest version of myself, sometimes wanting
to be alone is the best thing in the world. As a traditional stereotype kinda
guy who still wants to dream about the impossible things without the realists
bringing me down. Trust me its so damn relaxing to be free of others
expectations (setting aside your moral responsibilities towards your, loved ones,
family and society). I don’t want to be
liked, accepted or validated anymore. I don’t give a shit. Period. Can I be
like this I don’t think so. The traditionalistic mentality again, smile when
you don’t want to, like what you don’t , for the sake of others to keep the
mundane life going and typically praying the God to put his arm on my shoulder
and his hand over my mouth 'coz I know my tongue is firmly in my cheek, to make
enough space for foot in my mouth like always?!
Defining you is like restricting you, you are not who you
are every single day, you are wiser, smarter, and better. May be the only time
one has to be defined is when he/ she becomes a corpse only then there is no
room to redefine yourself anymore, unknowingly we all are a work in progress,
we update, upgrade, add wrinkles, loose hair, get grey and so on, whether you accept
it or not. Just that you express yourself more when you were a kid and start
fading that quality as you grow old( growing up is an option though).
Sometimes the distance between my ears questions me if I can
find a GPS to my life’s journey, I truly
want to check how far have I come and is my speed in limit?! I might want to adjust
my speed and time until I approach my final destination or eventually death? Or
I just want to take the nearest next exit, so I can stretch myself, unwind and
grab a bite or a cup of coffee to be refreshed along with few others who matter
- Y’all have a great day ahead while I go
back to twitter to check what Trump has tweeted – at least not for finding out
or concluding what bad he wants to do, but for some entertainment from this self-centered
narcissistic prick- I am a traditionalist remember ?
