And the reflection

Light travels at 300,000 kilometers per second. This took time.

There are ways to know a tree’s age. You cut it somewhere in the trunk and count the number of rings on the cross-sectional area. The number of rings tells the age; but unfortunately the tree dies. I am 23 years old and still alive; hopefully due to wishes of my friends and family. Thanks to all of them, I am immortal and alive at pleasure now.

Damnably I am sealed that we people learn with age. We, technically gain experience. And things aren’t always reckoned to have a purpose or meaning irrespective of the fact that those experiences, optimistically coined as causes due to mistakes mostly, have unbelievably harmonious effects. Not on so much of sarcastic note, experiences never go wrong when learned properly. But to heck with it. To err is human or rather to human is to err. And the recursive compulsive obsessive disorder goes on in a vicious cycle.

Denying on face is rude. So we just say – No but thanks. It becomes pretty clear that you are needed to get lost when you aren’t buzzed in. But we people fail to understand that the dupe is clarified now.

Apparently there is always a difference between meaning and saying. And we say friends are for ever. Anyways, bad things do happen and everything can’t be recaptured. Agreed. And it is not fair to load on all the responsibilities on one side; it takes two hands to clap. But recapturing the moments isn’t always the purpose. If we fail to learn that, then why should we shoo away people? We all know the reason. Whatever may be the case we are doomed to be hypocrites – it is a game of Language I guess.

Anyways, we accept everything and try to move on except that I deliberately excluded the word love which always plays the spoilsport being the sticky bomb.

I always had the desire of attention.