Muddle

At that point of limbo, it slows down.

Trying to look as far as it can, to judge, to know just a little bit more.

At that point of limbo, there is always a blinding storm,

And the only way ahead is to look inside.

At that point of limbo, 

It closes its eyes, in a silent prayer.

Let it be different, let it be magical.

With a deep calm,

It embarks. One more time. 

Those things I wish I knew .....

There is a thin line that divides acceptance and still wanting more.

At every step and stage in life, you need to answer this question to your self –

Are you going to demand more from life or are you going to accept what it is giving you.

Each decision defines your life, chisels it and makes you into someone you either are proud of or someone you don’t relate to a few years down the line.

But how do you know the decision you are making is the right one?

Perhaps that’s why sometimes we play along; let time take its course, watching the game as a spectator.....

....Just hoping that by the time the game is over, it isn’t too late.

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