A mate called Me

Was sitting and talking to myself *I do that when everyone else around me can bear me no more*...and I realised that the topics that mess around scott free in our heads are absolutely and directly proportional to our age..

..the older we grow..the more we have to analyse, think, dicuss, fight, appreciate, regret, plan, aspire..and the list is endless..

Everyone everywhere in the world talk the same topics and walk the same ropes, when of a certain age..and that is when it doesn't matter whether you sit with family or friends...colleagues or aquaintances..the discussions always stream down to similar grounds...

...grounds of decisons..

decisions I hate so much..and decisions that only multiply to increase my misery..

..decisions that everyone must make sometime in life..about themselves, involving others..personal or professional..minor or those which are a matter of life and death..

...and they're tough!

Specially when the minute you make up your mind..the river starts to flow the other way...and washes away every damn grain of sand you built your sand-castle from...the irony?

There is always a decision to make a decision...!

Work, marriage, studies, lifestyle, friends, family, age, finances..almost everything and anything hangs from a big question mark over our heads...and the world speaks the same language when any of these under-cover spies are brought out into the open..the language of confusion...of uncertainity...

..of...decisions..

After a while...I got too entangled in my own thoughts...which were too confusing to continue pondering over...so I got up..walked away from them all...and when I looked back I smiled...

For the first time the silence was pleasant..

...I had not been talking alone..

*Help*