Myself
Myself
I want to get bored.
I try hard to. I don’t try much. Or maybe I try to much.
I just don’t remember when was the last time I felt bored.
Why don’t I feel bored.
Maybe I should just lock myself up in a room for a year.
But I don’t think that will bore me.
I live. I speculate. I think. As long as I think, I can’t get bored.
How are the letters I type coming on to the screen? Why am I feeling soo sleepy? Wghy do I get tired? there are soo many things to learn, to know.
I have evolved from a ME who looked at the world as a store full of things to be learnt.
Now I have changed to a ME who loves everything in the world, but knows that its not possible nor necessary to know everything.
I am more content.
I know me, and so I know everything. I use my mind to forget what my heart knows. I need to do that to fit in.
One Response to “Myself”
By Sameer Halai on Nov 30, 2004
works.