Life's a strange tale...of knowing and learning...or knowing again and learning anew...and finally of learning the unknown...
I make friends easily...start getting close to them over one cup of coffee...and I start thinking everyone is the same around me...and then, I know, and learn that everyone is different...sometimes, I am taken aback...sometimes shocked, surprised...hurt and bruised...
I forget very soon though and start knowing and learning again...to be bruised again!
And, then I start exploring the unknown self in me...
Over the years, I have learned one thing for sure...I am one of the most confused people ever born on this earth! I myself don't know what I want...I follow my impulses too often...oftener than needed...I know it's bad to be impulsive and I have learned that in a bitter way...yet, impulses always grasp me so tightly that my brain stops working...
Someone had once told me that I am very weak hearted...full of stupid emotions...weak sentiments that kill me inside me every moment I follow my impulses...I feel myself to be quite strong at times when I see myself tear through a veil of darkness, full of smiles and hopes into a world of sunshine...
Strong or weak...the question still remains...I fail to know myself every moment my heart sinks and my tears prick my eyes beneath my apparent strength...apparent eh? Well...i know that my impulses are my greatest enemies at times. I do things I ought not to do...things I promise I won't do...things I told myself repeatedly that I will not do ever. But, one bout of impulse and there I go...all those things I should not have done!
I have always been a victim between my heart and brains. My heart and my brain have eternally been at war with each other, leaving me shattered and spoiled...
Tattered in the tug-of-war between my heart and my brain, I have realized that my heart has always been the suffering winner...and, I have realized the strength of my weakness...I have come to the conclusion that my strong heart always wins over my weak brains...
