Irony.

I wonder if it is always going to be this way; wanting something and something completely irrelevant taking place in actuality. Not that I hate what's happening but that, sometimes, I just get told really emphatically that I really do know nothing about life.

Hello there, I am the Earthian.

And no, I don't mean this is as a complaint, I promise. Just reminding myself of how significant I actually am, or perhaps insignificant is the right term here. And that too isn't as bad as it sounds. Its because I am the way I am that I get to live life the way I do get to live it. And I really don't have much to complain about it. The wandering and wondering part inside of me oftentimes just doesn't know where to go or even when to stop searching for places to go to. It just is so carried away sometimes that it doesn't even realize that its carried away into the wilderness. Something about conjuring something out of nothing makes it satiated to an extent that it just can't find words to express how it feels. And something about being lost comforts it, soothes it and even though it causes most of the pain, it also cures it, or at the very least, tries to cure it. Its all ironic.

Love, peace.