foolishness is beautiful....

it’s a beautiful woven piece..... the events. the events that i’ve already done..... the ones that i’m still doin’. n’ a few that i intend to do. somekind of a tapestry. n’ it’s incredibly funny how often i draw a line... probably in some part of my future. n’ somehow i tend to believe that once i cross that line... all my past events would fail to cross it n’ i’ll go the distance. n’ probably it’s funnier that sometimes i even tend to run lookin’ for that line to cross.... forgettin’ that i can never reach that line if i run for it. but it’s only with time that i’m gonna find that line somewhere. n’ maybe i wouldn’t be knowin’ when i do find it.

n’ even now when i’m in the run..... n’ i look back still runnin’ hard. the image looks really different. n’ all the places that i’d already run across look different. n’ strangely everythin’ looks really foolish. every action..... every reaction. every word spoken n’ even the ones that i thought i’d but i didn’t. all my decisions n’ also my indecisions. few moments of surety n’ all my moments of enormous doubts. both the firmness n’ the weakness. all my losses n’ those rare victories. all my smiles n’ each single tear drop. every sneeze n’ every hiccup. every goose pimple n’ every freckle. everythin’ looks so foolish. but strangely...... they’re not a part of any shame. the foolishness residin’ everywhere in my vicinity. the foolishness that i’ve owned. the foolishness that i claim to be mine ain’t bringin’ me no shame. no. but it’s beautiful. it’s sweet. it’s mine. n’ it’s me.

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