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I ran off to a distant land, because life was already giving me too much of chaos to handle.

But, doesn’t that make me a coward?

Her mother, would always tell her, that she should finish things that she took up on her own. And well she believed that too. Be it food, or a subject, or even her career. A certain age, it always flickered like a little fire on a wick, which keeps on flickering just like certain life decisons we are made to choose from. Our mind wavers.

My mind wavers.

His mind wavers too.

There are pleanty of options out there, but we alwasy choose what is brought out forward to us, and how people view it. It makes our parents happy for sometime, and then you are asked to do well in it, even if it involves completely ruining your mental health. It gives your parents something to boast about to their frineds and the neighbours, but what then?

Does that make her happy?

Is it the only great thing in the world?

Then she saw certain unusual jobs which made people happy and also helped them with their living.

Certain jobs which are not recognised but are really just good. But why is it only certain things that make their mark in the world?

And she hated overused things.

She even got tired of certain songs, which suddenly became famous. Maybe because, they didn’t feel personal anymore. Or maybe beacuse, everybody started relating to it, and your life isn’t the only sad life that you think of.

So, how does one keep their feelings in check. Because one thing leads to another, and before you know it, you are met with different factors and deviations backing that topic up, leading you further and futher into the conversation with yourself.

Then arises, “the why’s”, “that what’s” and “the how’s”

Do I really have to explain myself? Because this is something one has to deal with on their own, just like problems you face in your life.

You can tell you friends about your problems, and they can listen to you patiently, but after the phonecall ends, you are again left all alone with your problems to deal with them on your own. Alone.

Then what does sharing your problem with your friend help you with?

Some temporary comfort? A little company, because you suddenly feel alone from all the sefl-pitying?

I don’t know. Maybe, the answer is, “comfort.”

I am not sure, and see, how our conversation, started with “running away from life”, and has reached to “a conversation with friends”.

It is a never ending topic.

You know who I am talking about. Right?

I am talking about the great :

MIND ( be it an overthinking one, or just the one that has spent a long time alone, that it starts having conversation with itself.)

⁃ Sea.