March 04, 2011

Life Inside A Book...

The problem with people like me is that we want to have a life worth talking about, but even more, worth writing about.
People like me, we look for beauty in even ordinary everyday actions, motions, gestures, expressions.
We want to romanticise everything.
Lead a significant, not rich, not powerful mind you, but meaningful, poetic life, beautiful life enough to be shot in slow motion.
We want to have a certain magic in everything in life, even when life plain sucks, we desperately search for something that'll save us.
People like me want to lead lives where even a simple thought like, Mrs.Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself, is worthy of being the opening lines of a wonderful book.
Like we need to wow ourselves. A tall order.
People like me don't want to waste life living ordinary, plain, simple, common. It's the biggest nightmare, of not making anything of your life.

And then when we don't find it, we become miserable and waste away. Waste the same life that we want to adorn with the finest jewels.

1 comment:

Prasoon said...

Don't let anything stop you from living that life. It's a beautiful thought actually - all that you want of life i.e.
I'll say a prayer :)