Here on my own again
Sitting here alone
Not lonely tho
Kinda feels empowering
To be here and to be a part of them and still not be like them
Why is it important for us to feel different?
That we’re different from the crowd
is it important?
Is it bcuz we’re already deprived of being special?
Of being extraordinary?
Is it bcuz our parents or friends or relatives didn’t make us feel that way? Or maybe bcuz they made us feel too valuable and since the world doesn’t accept that, they disown for the same. Ki we aren’t that important.
That story
Farmer wali
What’s the point of anything then?
Jab last mein rest he kerna hain toh?
Is it bcuz we have enough skills and talents at the end of the day?
But again what’s the point?
What’s the point of doing so much but experiences matters I guess.
At the end of the day
That matters
Maybe woh yaad aayega when we’ll be resting
Resting and thinking about such things
Like I once said
Zindagi mein kuch aisa karo jiss se gaand phat jaaye but maza aajaye
Maybe those are the experiences that we’ll remember when we rest
When we rest and that’s all we would want to think about it
Werna if you live a 9-5 life
Bro
That isn’t worth thinking/ remembering about
Maybe isn’t that why we make such experiences to remember them and think about them one day
Isn’t that why we live?
Fuck
I was journaling
Can this be a possible answer?
To life?
To the question what’s the point of living?
What’s the point of doing anything?
Maybe iss liye he?
Ki when we rest we’ll think about those things only?
But one might think
What’s the point? Sirf rest karenge uss time ke liye itne memories banana?
But that is important
Werna again
As I once said what’s the point living wonderfully in the first few decades and teriibly way in the last few decades?
What’s the fucking point?
This is the fucking point.
Bye

Note: I wrote this on WhatsApp to myself at King’s concert on 10th Sep when I was alone in the crowd.