People are books

Well of all the random things that I write here is the latest. My analogy about how people are books: :D :D

1. All people are books written in different languages.
That is why it takes time to get to know people when you first meet them. But once you start reading the book you start learning the language. Some are difficult to learn and it feels like you've known some forever.

2. The world is a library.
It is full of people you can choose to know and read. But some books are not as interesting, some plain boring, some mysteries while some tragic. Its a fine medley(I'm not sure if that is the word I was looking for but ah well... )

3. Do not judge a book by its cover.
Hahaha! I couldn't help this one.

4. Introverts and extroverts.
This one is a bit hard to explain but I guess you could look at it like this. Introverts are people who are tough to read. Difficult language but all you need it the key and then as simple as ever. Vice versa for extroverts lol.

5. You can specialise but never know a language fully.
Its not really possible to know every little thing about a person. (More often than not he himself does not know himself that well.) So you can be best friends or life partners and yet there will always be something new to discover. Something that you can read deep into.

6. Look for deeper meanings.
Not everything in a book is supposed to be taken at its face value. You gotta read deeper into things. Sometimes. (Don't overdo. Really!)

7. No book is ever the same unless it is reprinted. But humans can't be reprinted.

Well, I'm not sure if the last one mad sense but I had to write 7 and well I kinda forgot a few. :)

And miles to go before I sleep.......

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Muses...

There is so much that we all feel that we might be oblivious to. Feelings that we block out because we can't or as happens more often we don't wanna recognise them. Emotions that would tell the world what really is inside you. And yet why would you want the world to know all that? Why would you want anyone to know when you also fail to recognise it? We are all so caught up in our worlds or the worlds that we want to create that we forget whom we are creating them for. The "I" is lost leaving nothing but emptines. But who misses the "I"?? Why is "I" the first and easiest for us to sacrifice??? And we call ourselves selfish!!

And yet its so difficult to judge what we really feel. So much of the emotions that we "think" we are undergoing are actually just what we think we ought to be feeling and what we want to feel.

Is there a difference between what you think and what you feel? Why does everyone pit the heart against the brain? Why don't we accept that the brain can be irrational or that thinking and feeling can go hand in hand? Does everything we feel have to be defied by logic?? Infact shouldnt our brain and heart be in it together? To make the feeling complete. To make it a whole.

I had started talking about something and went onto what dunno. For once I am not going to allow myself to ramble on about things and get away with them easily. I don't even know what i want to write about. Just create words that would somehow crystalise the emptiness within. Suddenly everything is bleak and I don't know where to turn to.

An abrupt goodbye. The words shall be divulged but not here. This is not the place.