It never fails to amaze me how fast moods can change. When you can wake up feeling all perky and motivated to start the day and then feel not in control and down and out, all in a few hours time. The reason of course will onli be known to the mood swinger.

Its all in the mind maybe. BUt as they always say, you cant miss what you've never had. So is it better never to have or to have and miss it dearly later on in life? Some people may say that the former is the coward's way of lookin at things. To never have, to never know and thus never miss. It's almost living like a frog in a well. But the agony of tasting it once, short and sweet and knowing you ll never have it and always pining for it. Which is worse?

But some people like things short and sweet. We call them people who live for the moment. And yet there are others who cannot. People who store moments away in their memories drawers and bring them out now and then. People who need to think about where smth will lead them to in the future. And these are the people who find it hard to have flings. (jus a random thought " ) Reason being there's no future in flings. BUt of course there's always the unexpected. But we shall not go into that today because its a whole new story altogether.

And then i dun know how to continue this post coherently. There are random thoughts flying all over the places. And if I were to grab bits and pieces of key words, I would like to talk about the meaning of love right from the ancient times, i.e Greece. Where all the goddess and gods exist and all that happened then. And then I would like to write about the giver and receiver. Because one gives and the other receives and then the whole dynamism continues. There's a silent agreement. What happens when the giver stops giving one day and the receiver stops receiving? And now if I stretch out my hands again and grab at the flying words, I will want to write about this thing called exclusivity and the greatest lie of the century which is the illusion of having somthing which is non-existent. Its almost like a maths equation. The cruelty of the creating the illusion and the stupidity of believing in that illusion. But that's where magic comes about. And then now I think of my very practical and cynical friend who will probably scoff at all this and tell me that its all actually very manageable and there's really no need to complicate things to this extent.

I wish the sun will shine again.