I wanna build you brick by brick,
I wanna reconstruct you all over again,
Take one stone out of the pile at a time,
I wanna love you once again..
I wanna break open all the cracks,
Just to feel what it’s like,
When the lightness of being a beginner again,
Takes over the burden and strike,
Brick by brick,
I’ll get you over your pain,
Trust me when I say,
I wanna love you once again..
Stars. Hundreds of stars. Sometimes, even million.
I miss lying down on the ground and seeing those stars. When the grass used to be the comfortable mattress, and the chill in the air used to awaken every sensual part of you. When I used to wonder looking in the infinite mass-less space whose non-existential presence I still question. The hours ticked away, and the birds went silent, with the occasional chirping of their hungry ones, and I still laid there, just looking. Was it true that those are our ancestors? Or that rare falling star will fulfill my wish? It never did, though. Maybe it was too busy with others’ wishes. So many weak people asking for that ‘one’ wish. It must have been really busy. But how did it pick one out? Destiny? Or some random algorithm to find out who deserved it more than all the others? Maybe it’s the instinct of the star.
But you know what? I don’t care if it didn’t fulfill my wish. Or in case, anybody else’s also. It’s still a star, in fact a rare falling star, and people still crave for it. It’s still breathtakingly beautiful and can’t be forgotten anytime soon. The sight of that star makes you feel life is worth living for. Every small moment of that beauty makes your living justified. No matter if it comes once a month, or even a year, it’s always surprises you, amazes you, makes you feel needy and bring out your emotions for what you really want and desire.
I miss lying down on the drew covered grass and see that falling star.
I miss my falling star.
Welcome to the jungle. Sometimes its the hell on earth and the other times, its heaven and the paradise city and what not. Though the good times are hard to find. You have to really look out for and take the chances. There are instances you get sad about, little things that make you laugh, and the random events in your life that just leave you thinking. You never wanted to be a philosopher, but suddenly you are one of those person who have more than one perspective and think you’re smart enough to judge people around you. It’s not a big deal, more of a daily routine. People are afraid to find happiness, and fear little things, making it more difficult for themselves. Trying can be hard, but for those who do take a step further, shit still happens, and that too more often. But its good shit. Hearts get broken, loves get stolen, and you start running. But who said its all about rejection? What happened to the concept of getting up and trying again? Once, twice, thrice, four times, and so on. Maybe even 100th time. But isn’t it worth every effort that you put in? My argument is simple. If you are really going that far and always pushing your limits and the fenced boundaries of your comfort zone, just to get that thing you’ve always wanted, I believe it’s definitely worth it. To make this more delicious and add a cherry on top, the stories you get while pushing yourself out there are worth repeating over and over again.
That’s how you survive. To put it more significantly, that is how you live. Welcome to the jungle.