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.

  1. One Response to “Myself”

  2. By Sameer Halai on Nov 30, 2004

    works.

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