THe Guardian

3:30 am...........some insane crows are crowing in the middle of the night...i just finished reading The Guardian by Nicholas Spark.............the most beautiful story of love beyond the grave........well not really but i feel so because the hero of the story happened to be not some hot looking guy.......but an ungainly slightly clumsy totally adorable Great Dane called Singer...

he died in the end and left a void where my heart should be...sometimes i wonder can anyone love so much???

i guess there must be some people who love crazily like this......too bad its only a few people who get lucky to find them :)

going back to bed and shall dream of goofy dogs sloppily chasing little birds in a garden...


Singer...rhymes with Pepper.......the love of my life and just as heroic.

sometimes i wonder...

Its strange how you meet people and everyone seems to be going through the same phase in life...while staying in different places and age groups...i sometimes feel my life has become all about work and when i look at everyone else they seem to be snowballing through life...why is it that i seem to be stagnating while everyone is cruising??

and then wham! like a bolt from heaven i meet people who are in the same boat...which brings a sense of complacency...i say its not good...got to break free from the sluggish stagnant life......cluttered with routine and mundane things...

and then i ask myself how do i do it........have read numerous help yourself books...which tell you that the way your life goes the way you want it to and is totally governed by your actions and decisions...i guess what they forget to mention is that LACK of action and quick wild wacky DECISION MAKING too are responsible for the way our lives are.........

no i don't want answers to my question...just the relief that comes from voicing them...to no one in particular...acknowledging it...

FREEDOM IS UNCONDITIONAL

Freedom is unconditional........the urge to look beyond the obvious always tempts.......only a few succumb to that temptation ...my friend 'Hector', here serves as a metaphor for the same......