And I'll tell no lies...

Sometimes, the answer lies in vast quantities of alcohol. And, tonight, I'll be asking a lot of questions ;-)

Fragile

After we watched the rubbish film yesterday, my friend and I were talking about this and that, when, as we’ve done lately, we got talking about her mother. She’s been diagnosed with a disease that’s only going to get worse with time. And, later, as I was heading back, the cab driver told me about the passing away of one of India’s biggest film stars.

Like my friend said, maybe we only see our own mortality in that of others. We know how fleeting this business of life is and just how quickly it can slip away and, yet, we allow the silly pettiness and ego to get in the way and to eat away at the time we have. We don’t say what we want to say to those we want to say it to and let the fear of failure and rejection, and of everything else that years of social conditioning has drilled into us, to stop us from doing what we want to do most. Memories of what was and regrets of what couldn’t be, compounded by this paralysing fear that we lack the courage to ask for what we want, keep us hanging in limbo, neither fully rooted to the past nor moving towards what could be waiting for us if we would just take a step towards it.

And, then, one day, suddenly, it’s too late.