How much do we think we know ourselves and how much do we actually know??As much as I think I know about myself, there are some things about myself I fail to understand. I have this annoying habit of trying to analyze things which only adds to the trouble like now. I am feeling a particular way……I don’t know why…and I am trying and trying to make some sense of the whole thing and so this blog. Have you noticed there are times when so many plans come up and you don’t know which one to go ahead with…and you secretly wish that u could just not do any of those things and just go off on your own. But if you do that you land up carrying the baggage of guilt which plagues you all the time. People say that one is being arrogant or acting like a snob but why don’t they understand that I probably need more space. I enjoy the company of friends and all but just wish that people’s expectations were better left to themselves…..why force your expectation on someone else. Ive dealt with my expectations being unfulfilled why cant they???

Every battle is not meant to be fought and every point is not meant to be proven. Some things in life are just meant to be... how they are!!

I am a puppet in my own life
Some strings Ive given up myself,
Some have never been in my control ,
And some I never knew even existed until they were yanked!

I could see only sadness in people's eyes...
probably it was just a reflection of my own

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

----Robert Frost