The Would-Be Writer

There have been a few posts in which I talk about my fuzzy bunnies. They have died. A very painful, death. You might think fuzzy bunnies are something which can conjured up with the right amount of motivation. However, this might come as a surprise. It is difficult, it is painful and excruciating. Honestly speaking, I miss my fuzzy bunnies. It is important for me to have my fuzzy bunnies. While writing this post, I just realized, fuzzy bunnies are trademarked. I miss a special type of fuzzy bunnies. The one that creep up on you. There are so many people who might not understand this. So let me break it down for you. Each person has a base line body temperature, which is specific to them only. When they meet someone who has a baseline temperature which complements theirs, the body reacts to it. For example a simple act of hugging becomes extremely satisfying and relaxing. Just a disclaimer, these are purely personal opinions and ideas. A misconception might also be that fuzzy b...

People surprise you. That is one true constant fact that I have found out through the many years of my life, 30 to be exact. By the way I love knowing that I am 30 now. The feeling of being at an age where most things start to make sense is a good place to be. Penning down my thoughts has always been a thing for me. When my mind can’t stop speaking or running at a fast neck speed, I write. I haven’t written in sometime though. Because I seem to have found another canvas to paint with my thoughts and my words. And what a canvas this has been, it’s got new pages, there are some colors which turn out one way on it, and there are areas of that canvas I haven’t even gotten to yet. But since the time this canvas has come into my life, there is always something new to paint on it. I am a completely word person, well a word person which needs to be shown through actions what the words actually mean. I was once told, by a very close friend that there are probably very few people in thi...

As I wander through the streets of my city, I see the many many different lives that I don’t have an inkling about. These people are mere strangers to me. Our paths might cross or I might never even know of their existsnce.  They are on a path which might interact, intersect with mine. Yet there is no clarity on the matter. People end up meeting in the most chance manner possible. Chance encounters which might turn into one of the best ones of your life, or come through and pass by like the wind.  Funny isn’t it? How life happens, the complete and utter randomness of a situation could hit you later in life. But human beings are also funny. We like to plan, plot, devise and control fate. We through our lives and others’ never learn that we have no control. It is complete and utter bullshit.  The silly little things that make up your life, the good and bad moments, all combined to unfold slowly minute by minute. And why guess about the future? This question I ask because wh...