Time

Time and (all) my high school friends.

It’s interesting how time doesn’t change high school relationships.
For me anyway.
I still laugh at the same jokes and get bored at the same instances.
I still click with the people I did ten, fifteen years ago.
And, ( very important for me at this moment in my life plot) I get to know why there was a tiny,itsy-bitsy voice that said:

“Dude, this ‘friendship thing’ just won’t work out”.

At the time, I thought it was the cold in Belo. That waking up and taking an ice cold bath at 5a.m. for 7 years had traumatized me to “Ghost Whisperer’ mode.
Or rather, “Cynic Whisperer”.
Now,I know better than to NOT listen.
When the voice says:

“Dude, something is off with that guy/dude/person”.

There is only one thing to do: Run like I would if I were in Pompeii.

P.S: Pretty hopeless run huh?

P.P.S: It’s my birthday month! Yay. I once wrote a pretty “sad” post about my birthday. Actually, this would be the first in a long time that I celebrate without being in some sort of school.

Totally rad yeah? ( Er…for me anyway… 🙂 )

I’ll be getting pretty pretty old in 7 days. I’d be doing a special post.
An “answer post”. So!

What would you like to know about me?

All this time I have been away, I tried to put a summary here. It’s a very short summary. Trust me. Also, I know there are things I have mentioned that I haven’t written ( or made a poem ) about yet.
So, for my 26th birthday, tell me what you’d like me to write about in the comments section.
Thanks in advance!

P.P.S.S ( Is that even allowed?): Thank you so much for following my blog. Every ‘like’ thrills me immensely.
It means a beautiful human somewhere on this beautiful earth of ours thought that what I wrote was pretty cool enough to click “like”.

Your attention is priceless.

Thank you.

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I don’t need your permission

When you’re angry, you’re regretting. You think he should have said ‘Sorry’. Or she should not have spoken that way. You’re visiting the past.

When you’re scared of starting a new venture, of talking to strangers or starting a business, or asking the cute girl or boy in class out because he/she will think you’re weird, you’re time travelling. You’ve gone to the future and you’re judging the results of an experiment you’ve not carried out.

The earth has been around for billions of years. Chances are it will be around when you and I die. Why? Because we both won’t live for more than 200 years. Life is only as insignificant (or significant) as you want it to be.

Make an impact. Create something. Speak out. Be original. Be a radical. Be different. Live now and be happy. Life is more ‘choice’ than ‘privilege’.

I don’t not need permission from anyone to stop time travelling. We all have fears, goals, aspirations, regrets. However, I choose to be here.

Now.

I chose to gather experiences and be alive. To create. To write. To talk to you. With you. Together, let us create ideas that live for billions of years.

Now.

I don’t need anyone’s permission to kill bad habits. And neither do you.