To be, no, What to be, that my friend, is the question.
Life is a series of choices. I really don’t know whether there is a right and a wrong. If yes, then who decides what. To go left or to go right. The choices we make reflect our character. Sounds simple.
Here’s what. There is no right and wrong, there is a right and left. If you don’t go the right way, you are simply left, in a lurch. You are left wanting, regretting. We usually know what the right choices are. There is a little voice inside each and every one of us that tells us where to go. It’s just that, as we grow older, the voice gets fainter. I bet as a kid I always knew when I was about to do something terrible. I also think that that voice can be worked on, like that of a singer. A good singer can be trained to sing better, but a teacher, who isn’t quite ready, rather qualified enough, would just make the potential good singers voice crack.
Okay, it’s official. I have lost it!
Phew! Writing can be such a pressurizing job! So demanding! I rally cant think of anything substantial to write about, but I must keep typing!