i still attempt to figure out the mysteries in life, knowing the likelihood of getting any form of answer is minimal. it is just innate in my nature to do so and force people to confront the ugly
tried to quantify with no conclusive result. at the end of the day, i wonder what i'm trying to preserve. myself? friendship? dignity? respect? memories? what? one cant shy away from the truth. but when one is unsure about the truth, then what constitutes shying away? and how much sympathy should i accord the people who have hurt me, for them remaining in their cycles of delusions?
we all want to believe it doesnt matter. but it does.
on a happier note, it is damn fun to watch cheesy action movies. like die hard and die harder. you know the action hero will always survive and a quarter (or more) of the plot defies logic but still watch them anyway. human beings are weird.
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