487 WORDS OF RANDOMNESS

I’m sitting in my room trying to write something but all that comes in my mind is… nothing. I’m trying to think of something to write but the situation makes it hard for me to get over the weirdness surrounded by me. It is really hard to concentrate on something else when your mind is preoccupied with weird random thoughts. Well, I wouldn’t call it random but it’s definitely weird. I don’t remember the last time I felt like this. I’m listening to Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall, and the lyrics seem to make a lot more sense now. It has been raining almost every day in Bangalore now and I wonder if I’ll get drenched tomorrow while coming back from college. I can’t tell you how much I hate it. I used to love getting drenched in rain. But now somehow, it sucks.
I’m sitting in my balcony and while I write this, there is a cat running around near my apartment’s swimming pool. I want to go play with it, but I feel too lazy to move. It’s such a dull day today. The song has now changed to All Fall Down by One Republic. Beautiful lyrics. I always wonder how they come up with such ideas, such great sound. I believe music is the greatest creation ever made. If it’s made or discovered, can again be debated. I’m sure there won’t be a single individual who doesn’t find music fascinating. It makes everything seem so beautiful. The rhythm, the voice, it’s so soothing.
The song changes to Heal the World by Michael Jackson and I just realize I’ve written 270 words of randomness. I guess its fine once in a while. It’s your randomness that tells you how far you can introspect and contemplate about things around you, how far you can get lost in your own thoughts. It’s difficult, with these busy lives, we have time for everyone and everything but for ourselves. We never realize, that with other people, it’s important to also give ourselves some of our attention. It’s important to flatter ourselves, to please ourselves, to love ourselves. It’s important to feel good about ourselves.
Honestly, I’ve written 3 paragraphs of complete random crap, and I don’t know why you are reading this. I don’t know why I’m still writing. Maybe everyone goes through this phase some time or the other. You just feel like there’s nothing in this world that concerns you anymore, and that you have all the time in the world and nothing to worry about. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. But I know that when I wake up tomorrow the reality will hit me hard and I’ll again know that I’ve too many things to do but too little time. Ah normal life!
Dark clouds are approaching and I think it’s going to rain. I’ll probably further wonder about something random.

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