Money, money, money

Every time I meet someone with goals like fancy cars, a swanky house and opulent lifestyle I fail to relate with that person. I know money matters (a lot), but money is just a means to an end and can never be the end in itself. How can you base your entire life on a selfish man-made concept like money? A fixation like that has no end.

~ It’s good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it’s good, too, to check up once in a while and make sure that you haven’t lost the things that money can’t buy. – George Horace Lorimer ~

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A mask

And there she was. Crushed, cursed, devastated. She had thought that she had finally met a match, a mirror, a man who would outrival her courage… but she hadn’t…

It was a mask yet again.

It was a spineless wimp yet again.

It was a love of convenience yet again.

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A choice to not be

I wonder how some people choose to suffer and fake it all their lives only because it is inconvenient to stand up and be! Convenience over fierce passion? What a sad choice would that be!

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Going, going, gone?

Do you know the precise moment where love starts faltering?
The moment you start being “practical” in love.

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Dope

“You have to try the herb once, it takes you places,” her friend told her. It did take her places. Places that were shattered, broken and full of excruciating pain.

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Magic. Madness. You.

I want magic. I want madness. I want “you”.

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The way I loved him

Her friend told her to write bravely. She wrote, “He said he loved me and I believed him. I loved him, I hope he loved me too… even if it was for a moment, I hope he loved me too… the way I loved him.”

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Feel

I will never know for sure if music eases or aggravates a lover’s pain. It is difficult, almost impossible, to define the function of music; but an existence without it seems preposterous… it satisfies a primal need to feel, to feel till you bleed out all those emotions… and then feel some more.

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Uncurbed

And she bared her true feelings to the people that mattered to her.

She told them how he made her feel. She was surprised at her audacity. She knew they did not approve. She knew that they thought it was an absolute mismatch. But she still said it all and said it out loud. He took her to places she’d never been, places she could not even have imagined existed. So she kept trying to explain what he was… Not that anyone was convinced, but she felt uncurbed.

At the very least it was liberating. She felt liberated… emancipated!

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