Break

I wish I could break the crystals of my life. Break into millions of pieces. Then rebuild it again, choosing only what I want. But changing every time when something troubles is like running away. Till when will I run? Sometime or later I’m bound to get tired. Till when will I demolish and rebuild?

I wish I could break all the memories and my emotions.  Break into millions of pieces. And let it scatter away. Let it get blown away into nothingness with the wind. Going back to some memories and experience the emotions again is a torture. Why would I want that?

I wish I could break all the segments of fear, uncertainty and hope. Break into zillions of pieces. They do nothing but divert and distract. They do nothing but drain me off my energy when I can put it somewhere else. They do nothing but make me waste my time, take full control over me and inevitably fills me with expectations. It breaks me into pieces when they are not met. Why can’t I just believe? Isn’t that all that is required?

I wish I could break myself when I think of giving up. Giving up is like giving up on the challenges. Life is bland without challenges. What’s the point in living when the passion is dead, when the goal is forgotten and when worth is questioned, by self?