Random Stirrings of The Mind.

He has his own fears, often he beholds his own wars, some days with a raised face and at times with a downcast smug.  Hate and love are two perfect sides of a coin, there is no in-between. He often tries not to judge people that he rans into amidst the craziness of life. Some new, some acquaintances and many that he has known over long conversations. His type of conversations covers short spurts of strenuous "hellos" and "heys". The amount of fake charades on people's faces and actions always makes his heart cringe; not with fear but with a lot of pain. It takes a certain amount of opening up to get to let people into his life, especially when one is reserved. And when he does, his life resides there; a center of unhinged openness . He hates changes and often a great deal is characterized with a Traditionalist view. He likes to see things organized in a certain way; less drama. Untidy workplaces irritates the comfort in him, and interrupted schedule screws up ...

Ever woken up in the middle of the night, and just sat there, in pitch black darkness, wondering where you life is headed? Well, I cannot spend my whole entire youth grovelling over something that this accursed existence cannot give. There are instances where I have thought of where comfort zones and taking the over-hyped "risks" come into play. A thin line so to say. sadness brims the heart that melts from a simple resistance. There are things that I cannot change; there are those that I can flip with a blink and voila, they are gone, albeit with minimal or no effort at all. I can choose to smile, or frown, to laugh or cry, or even to love or hate, bad or good; and so forth and so on, you catch my drift. One thing though, you are the person that you are, some things you cannot change, they are part and parcel of your existence. Other things can be altered to fit your environment and enhance your daily dos and don'ts. I choose to smile, to love: to always make so...