I have been a part of the game, right from its start. I have been a spectator and a player. I have had foul plays, I’ve won too. Now it hurts when I don’t know whether I’m winning or losing.
I better get out of the game. I don’t even want to be a spectator. I don’t fear loss, I fear the fear itself. Insecurity laughs at me for being so ignorant to have missed its silent entry into the game, when I was busy playing. It’s a tough fight. I know. I don’t call it quits, I say it’s enough.
I’m misled by the false hopes that life gives in plenty. The impeccable moments of natural happiness bound by conditions, fade away sooner than expected.
Am I getting disheartened? I ask, is there anymore to heart, that can be undone?
getting reminded of THIS POST.
you will be fine kid. don't lose heart. take care.
ReplyDelete-swarna
oh and very insightful about insecurity creeping into the game.. because it is universally true. insecurity, in some form or the other does creep into everyone's game when they aren't looking. it takes a lot of introspection to even realise our nemesis is our insecurity itself!
ReplyDelete@swarna:
ReplyDeletewelcome here! hmmm...true. wish i will be fine too :)
thanks! keep coming!