THE PILLS OF FREEDOM
I have been wondering about the life I am going through. Infact, I wonder a lot on it. Not that I don’t know about “doing more than dreaming” and all those “tips to being successful” that are commonly talked of, for people like me, but I seriously am unable to stop myself from wondering. It seems to me as if I was born to wonder. And wonder about nothing but myself and the things around me. The whole thing then upsets me. Sometimes on my own state and sometimes on the things around. Nothing is doing good, it seems, to anything, and that depresses me, to wonder again, that I am also the same. Doing nothing good. They say each one of us carry a quality, a strength in themselves. I have started disbelieving this lately. Infact, I have been thinking that only a handful have something differently qualitative. Rest others, and that includes me too, have more things in common than different. Everyone is the same, influenced by the same environment over the years, speaking the same language, l