Saturday, November 24, 2007

Confrontations!

I had been in a rather depressing mood of late. This depression is irking me; it’s eating up my patience and threatening my very own sanity.

Loneliness sucks. I am on the brink of intensive suffocation. It has simply magnified out of proportion since last few days. Even so, I kept my suffering to myself and tried to drown it with other distractions – which aren’t working that well.

Lot of things going around in the mind… Nothing seems to be working. I need to get out of this. I know, I can help myself by closing the eyes to my feelings… but I am unable to stop my faulty thought.

But I should keep myself going, since I have lot to do for the people who love me the most. Hope I will get out it soon, for there is a silver lining in every dark cloud.

1 comment:

SID said...

What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! --
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, -- act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow