Every once in a while, life seems like a bout of deja vu. You never know where your first day ended and where the second began... Life goes on like a cycle, a continuum of events... all seemingly random but yet a common thread binds it.... they all come within the purview of life... life; as we define it. I'm standing at the cross-roads of one such bout. I no longer care how my day ended or if it ended at all... sometimes I wonder, am I living life? or is life living me?... Am I consuming each moment to get to the other or are the moments slowly consuming me to get to the higher level of things? But yes, whatever maybe the answer, the fact of the matter is that I still exist... I still exist in a hope that sooner than later, this bout too shall pass. Sooner than later, I too shall take the reigns of life into my hands and live it the way I want to... not the way, it wants me too. I exist in a hope that this deja vu doesnt end the way, I want it to end.... like the way, I saw its end..... But then again, Dont we all live in a constant hope?
