I remember being feeling stagnant frustrated irritated a few days ago, the feeling which started seeping into "the plan of my life". Life had started feeling routine, I stopped feeling that I am competitive in my job, bigger ideas and plans started loosing the interest. Suddenly the dreams felt pale and boring, the thing that I was most afraid of was happening. I was giving up the chase. I had come to a decision that nothing good happens to good people, its better be a jackass( Look around you, what do you see?). Being sensitive, if not good at least not having bad intentions about others doesn't help.
Being human to the people means just another fashion brand.
Its an usual cycle I keep going through, though less frequently. Every time I decided to be the one I never liked to be (a jackass), there is one moment that hits me and makes believe in goodness and have faith in it. No matter how lost I will be, its that one moment that makes shed the weight of failure, treachery, cheating, disappointments and makes me feel lighter. They say "move on", but its tough I feel. That's the moment which moved me, made me move on.
I wonder how a place and its people, their culture changed me (how long I will hold on to it I don't know, but I will always have these lessons with me).
The deceivers just lost a friend and I gained better ones. Saying so, I move on.
