fels weird to be writing ...words seem so empty and inadequate...until i find some other channel of comunication like music, all of which only convey the surface of any feeling....anger, negativity, jealousy...all that seem to be just the surface....they seem like those dry leaves raked up by the wind that are blown away unless you get entangled in them ...
but those feelings that come when i watch the world..and things that keep happening... so called good things and so caled bad things, things that get me stressed...they seem to just pass me by...like a dream....there are precious few moments when i feel truly awake..like in satsangs...
it seems like sand that keeps tricking away...and you turn the hourglass around and they trickle some more...strange...i wonder what this is all about and why,,,
and then i d rather just go and do some seva(atleast that's my intention, howmuchever it translates into action, it s never enough) and get on with life...
sometimes i just wanna let go and sing and dance or just let go and do something...like i see the joy in miley cyrus s free, strong, spirited, 100% performance and let myself dive deep into music like that....
hmmm....
