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waxing lyrical @ blogspot v1 - introspection.
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Saturday, June 28, 2003I wish I was smarter. Straight As and fucking brilliant. Beyond getting good grades, I wish I could write like those out there, never lacking words and always churning out passages that touch my heart, touch my soul. Beautiful lines of poetry that sends shivers up one's spine, so chillingly captivating, spellbinding.I wish I was prettier. With a beauty that no one could resist and everyone would adore and a smile that would light up the room. An enchantress. I wish I was wittier. Coming up with humourous anecdotes to share with my friends, or simply making merry quips that would crack them up bad. The life of a party, the one everyone loves to hang with. I wish I was wealthier. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth and being able to spend money without a care in the world. Having anything and everything I want, with nothing out of reach for me. I wish I was compassionate. And compassion brings along with it so many other countless virtues that everyone prizes. Not apathetic but instead able to empathise and understand what people are going through. Not jaded and cynical, always holding back but instead have a heart filled with so much love, generous and giving, always trusting of the ways of the world. But most importantly, I wish I didn't wish so much. Not insecure and doubting what life could bring but instead to be contented with life's offerings and satisfied by the simplest of things. And I look back and think, how ironic. The stark difference in the state of my mind only a couple of hours before and now. Life is filled with irony isn't it? 03:16 |
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