Writings Of An Outsider Looking In

Random Thoughts

Sometimes when i'm sitting alone in my room and the world outside has
gone to sleep, i think of my past, of people i've met, or
things i've seen. I guess we all do that. I remember the usual things
like family days out, my beloved, people i've spent time with. Only
what surprises me a lot is how sometimes the most insignificant things
sometimes comes back to life with an intensity that perhaps would not
have been present at the actual event itself. The girl with the diamond
studded tongue i saw a year ago at the festival of lights. I remember
her because she was one of the prettiest i had ever seen in my life.
Also, because she helped me navigate the festival. The act of kindness
that someone once did for me, when i was in my teens. Just a small
favor nothing more. The person wasn't even my friend, but somehow the
memory struck. The nice comment once that my aunt gave me when i wore
my new clothes. I was 11 at the time. It is these memories that strike
sometimes out of the netherworld that is the medium of thoughts.



I guess it's true what they say. If you want to be immortal, be kind to
someone. Probably nobody will remember the last 10 noble laureates, the
richest men, or the best CEOs on the planet after a while, but everyone
will remember the 10 people who loved them the most, the 10 people who
helped the most while growing up, the 10 best friends one had met.
While the richest person someone knows will fade from memory, the best
friend will last a lifetime in the mind of a person. Truly that is
immortality.

26.10.05 09:44