New Endings

I once read a post that said storms are nice; they are proof that even nature has her breakdowns, her moments of crisis when she becomes anything but beautiful. But there are people who see beauty in a storm. People who can't help but be drawn towards this beautiful yet dangerous storm. I think it's the same with people. We all have our moments of crisis, our breakdowns. Moments when no one is able to recognize us; when we become a different person altogether. Yet there will be someone who will love that mess. Someone who won't be scared and see the amazing piece of art that you are. And yet there will be times when you fail to find that person. Both of you, going through life with an indescribable void. But even then, it's okay.  It's okay to not be okay.   We are all a storm. A beautiful mess. A wonderful chaos. And it's alright to be so. Because when the dark clouds have cleared, and the rain has ceased and the skies hav...

Obsession.  How do you define it? More importantly, when can one accurately conclude that one is obsessed with something?  At what point of this increasing affection do you realize that you have gone beyond the level of mere appreciation?  I don't think people know about their obsessions. It's always more desirable to spend one's life in the bliss of ignorance. But is that good for us?  There's a lot many people who spend their entire time fretting about something that does not necessarily concern them.  I am one of them. I choose the bliss of ignorance over the pain of knowing. But that doesn't mean that it hurts any less. If anything, it hurts all the more.  An obsession. Everyone has one. And yet they use their weird talent of being able to make you feel guilty about it, to make your life miserable.  Is it so wrong to love something beyond the level of normalcy?  I think about this a lot. Maybe this too is...