Eh?

Hello people.

Sometimes you just have a tingling sensation in your tushie, which forces you to crap out some stuff. Its nothing but a normal everyday's trip to the pooper. It is normal. But having the same in your brain, is tough to get rid of. So the blog.

Life sometimes is like the everyday riddle I try to solve in the newspaper. I use the word "try" because I never flush more than one thought at guessing the answer and just turn the page, and glace upside-down to the answer directly. How I wish life was the same.

Its not about the questions. Nor is it about the answers. But that, faint yet distinctively horrifying human psycology of having "Hope" for a better tomorrow, is more unnerving than the blabbering and gibberish of a group of girls talking!

Questions, which have no answers. None at all. Why do they come up then? There. Another question; without any answer.

This is my life. Pondering, and wasting. Being lost in thoughts isn't bad; it is unfamiliar territory for a major population though. God gave
all humans a brain. Some just use it. [Same can be said about a penis/vagina. God gave one respectively to guys and girls; some just use it.]

Such is my pondering. Everything must happen for a reason? Or not? Dammit I'm doing it again. Questions without answers. But questions worth pondering nonetheless.

The sucky part is that, as it seems to the naked eye, some people have life figured out so, wonderfully... [in a sarcastic sense of course]
Most of "these" people have just one guiding law. Their parents. "Their" parents have "their" life figured out perfectly. 12 years of schooling, 4 years of graduation, a couple in masters, a white collar job, marriage with a suitor of their choice, a couple of kids...
Don't you see a cycle being formed here?

Not everyone dares to break this cycle. There is something so fearful about parents, that their children, no matter how grown up or mature would not dare try to go against them. What are they going to kill you or something? They are parents for devil's sake.. They "have" to love you. Sadly, no matter what.

I don't mean to pry, but it is your life, dammit. And to govern your own life, in devil-knows which direction, is pretty tough.
It is your life, and your life alone to make or mar. Its better to be wholly and solely responsible for all your success and all your failures. Thanking, or blaming your parents for either of that, is just taking an easy way out.

Life is a riddle, a rough riddle; and a riddle for us to figure out overselves.

Viva la Vida.