Strange

I created this blog as a medium to express myself somewhere, i can't just keep it all inside me. But having done that, i dont find it as easy as it seemed before.

I seldom know what to write, as i'm more concerned with what not to write. I just cant think of anything worthwhile. Life is as miserable as everyone else's , much more miserable than some but reverse is also true.It's boring but also an idiotic truth! Interesting things do happen everyday, but they're seldom worth a mention. If i were to write down everything, it'll be boring and time consuming, but as it is, its still amazingly stupid. 

But this is life! even in real life, this happens all the time. But we learn, so will I! Here's a short poem to express this position :-

On Learning to Do Better

I walk down the street.
There is a hole.
I don't see it.
I fall in.
It isn't my fault.
It takes a very long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is still a deep hole.
I pretend not to see it.
I fall in.
I pretend it's still not my fault.
It takes a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is still the same deep hole.
I see it.
I fall in anyway.
It's a habit.
I get out quicker this time.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole.
I see it.
I walk around it.
I don't fall in.

I walk down a different street.