5 years...no maybe 10. 10 years later, my life will cease to exist the way i live it now. the way i get up late and study and paint and go to sleep again. the way i roam around places with not a care in the world. the way i enjoy holidays with my family at home. the way i enjoy doing nothing at times. the way i sit at my laptop video-speaking to a half a dozen people whom i madly care about. the way i lie in lazy afternoons reading books on snake princes or even about the italian renaissance combined... everything will change. everything has its end. being as immature as i am now, i can very well say my world will come tumbling down. people will have their own lives, parents will die, siblings will wander off, cousins will grow old, best male friends will get married, and best female friends will possibly have maniacal husbands.
precisely three days ago, in a moment of acute sadness of bidding adieu to a friend leaving for a far off country, i voiced this fear to a dear old pal and he told me, "its the moment we need to focus on, to live. the fear of everything ending tomorrow should never prevent you from living what you want to do, right now... maybe things will change that drastically, maybe they will not, but it doesn't mean that because of that fear of losing everything tomorrow you will give up living your today!"
and twenty years down the line when there might be no family left, these friends will stay. irrespective of the distance. i mean, those who are meant to stay on will stay irrespective of everything and not just the distance.
it is true.
but hard.
well,
Life's Like That.
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