Stop Go Stop

Cold dark Night. Dank. Smelly.
Rains. Stop go stop. Go. Stop.
Glowing clouds. Blown away by Wind.
Hissing whooshing frenzied Wind.
Slaked Earth. Hissing. Like slaked lime. Mime.
Misty window clears. Snow to ice. Naughty to nice.
City lights. Blinking. Moving.
Fifty five fireflies.
Fifty five stars in Sky.
Fifty five thoughts.
Fifty five.
Alive.

Trilemma

I sit here, trying to decide between three things - taking a bath, reading a case study for a class which is half an hour away, or to do something completely irrelevant, I am somehow reminded that I have a blog that needs updating.

I don't know why this blog needs updating, or why this was there in the first place. Just that it exists now, and thus calls for its maintenance. This feeling may be due to my belief in existentialism, that every individual is out there for their own, and each one of us need to script our own story. There is no ultimate goal. There is this journey which needs to be undertaken, or there is this option of rotting in a mud pit.

Every second is a new second, and hence it makes sense to try and do something new all the time. But the new, being new, encompasses the old, and the old thus gives birth to the new. New conversations, new friends, new meanings to life, new sights new sounds new fragrances new soaps new towels.

I need to go take a bath.

And read a new case for a new class taken by an old professor.

And yeah, I need to close a new Pandora's Box I opened inadvertently. Who would have thought that waiting for the right time to say something is the most stupid thing to do? I need a new philosophy. I shall now express whatever new emotions I have then and there - but not to new people.

People, I guess are like wine. The older they are, the better they get, and not in a chronological sense.