"Whispers of a Wandering Mind"

One day, you initiate it. You begin your day in this very same manner, with no idea of what is appropriate or inappropriate. Just thoughts, thoughts on how easy life is, how hard life is, or anything... I wonder if others who think excessively about everything are considered overthinkers or if I am the only one who enjoys thinking meticulously about everything, which is also a more loving behavior. The sound of that one bird singing about its world and its own cage-free existence pleased me.

Are we all living a no-cage life today? We are living a complexly simplified life of our own and living life with all those other 8 billion people on this platform called Earth. How beautiful that would be if I was the only one doing what I was doing, though someday, I would be alone chasing my dreams, will it be called chasing really?

While thinking about that, what do we define chasing in life? Want that for ourselves or is that too for the world? ! the WORLD … seems like I am truly living in the world of globalization right and I have entangled my legs into the winds of employment generating cotton candy when nothing seems sweet, it doesn’t taste sweet, it just looks sweet.

But that's the point, right? We want to taste the lollipop of achievement and avoid the candy stick or have someone hold it for us; if it were possible, I would have seen a lot of people doing it.

- aditi

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