the pincers of fear hovers around, and you get your moments when it grips you cruelly and mockingly, and you get a taste of how it may be like should it come true.

you break out in cold sweat, you begin your endless list of questions of what ifs and if onlys, and all statements which succceed in doing only one thing: regret.
you recall times when you could have said something else, done something else, maybe given in a little more, swallow your feelings push your pride away a little more .

so many 'little mores' .

we get ample opportunites every day, yet we never seem to see the blessings right in front of our eyes.

instead we always wait.

we wait till we are forced to do it, and sometimes we wait till its too late.

we are lucky. so many great things, great people. yet we never know the art of treasure, the value of keeping.
we are careless, irresponsible, and then we cry and blame the whole world when it's taken away from us.

spiteful words.
violent anger.

how awful those words look written down, much less carried out.

are human beings always so selfish in their misery?
the pointing of fingers, the indignance of being misunderstood, leads to multiple chain events which should have been broken midway, but didnt.

we need to be on a quest.

a quest to treat people the way they should be treated.
and also to treat them in a certain way, even if they dont deserve it.

we should learn that.