Possibilities.

A compilation of the ifs and buts,
A complication- what could have been,
A foggy possibility like no other,
An existence that we can never see.

What we don't know, yes, it wont hurt us;
What we could have known, will it?
What the tides push forth, we know now;
What got lost in the tides, we never will.

Here we are, again.

Drifting between lines, shuffling between roles,
Tip-toeing around what was never ours;
Spiraling, looping, going back to the start,
Reaching out for the non-existent,
And passing by it, letting it pass us by.
Always; go figure.

"Maybe later will be better"

We keep putting off so many things for later, never realizing that there may be no later. I do it so often, so naturally. Not in a procrastinating kind of way, no. I mean, life goals. Like, reading that book, writing that novel. Losing weight, going to Egypt. Falling in love. I put everything off saying that I'll do it later, when the time is right.
There is no right time for these things. It's always now or never in life.

Just like that.

There are some instances in your life, when you meet someone, and you instantly connect with them. It's not often, but it happens. It doesn't mean your similar, it may even mean that you're completely different. But you just- get along, to be precise.  The conversation isn't forced. It's not awkward. It's smooth, and fun, and, well, different. 

The question is, is it just you, or does the other person feel this connection too?

Carrot and Potato

Tonight's midnight conversation (after a pretty successful cooking session; yes, you read right!) consisted of such a vast range of topics that it's left me completely confused as to what to blog about. Take atheism, culture, and religion. Add that into a boiling pot of future goals, lack thereof, relationships, and the concept of being #foreveralone. Stir twice, add in a pinch of happiness, a dollop of confusion and a cupful of making fun of a certain someone's male characteristic (singular).
You've got yourself a pretty tasty dish. 

Chill out.

Sometimes, we need to take the backseat in life and just relax. I mean, yes, do what you need to do (in my case, a million assignments and the constant intake of chocolate-filled substances), but apart from that, don't bother too much. If you do, it's only going to lead to you obsessing over things that needn't be obsessed about. Let's say I've been there, done that. Maybe I'm still there, knowing me. But if there's one thing I've learnt, it's that this constant obsession about insignificant things that can very easily be brushed off the table of your thoughts, is simply not worth it.
Trust me, I know. Channel your energy into things more worthwhile, things that will actually change something about you, about the world, about your life.
Ah, if only I took my own advice. 

What you see is what you get?

So, another really interesting midnight conversation with a friend (when we were supposed to be studying really hard, mind you), was utterly shocking for me. He made me realize something so very true- it all boils down to looks. I mean, yes, I've always been cynical in terms of the shallowness of humanity; I myself have displayed various streaks of shallowness in the past. However, when put into perspective, so many acts are based on looks- on how attractive the other person is, how attractive we think we are. People who are attractive get away with a lot, have the more outgoing and confident personalities, and genuinely do draw more attention.
We took into account the people around us. The extroverts are, in most cases, the people who are confident about their looks. Even people who aren't inherently extroverted gain the most attention, care, and company, if they are good looking. Very rarely do you find an exception to this case, unless the persons' personality greatly outweighs their looks.
This conclusion, and, well, realization after taking a look around, was a genuine eye-opener for me. For someone who claims to thinks so much, I have surprisingly never thought of things from this perspective; probably because, up until now, my views on shallowness have been slightly selfish.