So complex...so paradox

 

That sometimes I sat with brooding anger, and tried to think what I could make of my life. But it was so complex,so paradox.  

A jar of ideas,pit of decisions; wrong and less wrong. My own life beneath my eyes, as it appeared to me, was a puzzle and mystery unresolved.  It was with radiance, brilliance and smiles of a merry youth, yet not without rivers of tears, outburst of emotions. 

My life as it seemed,so great with a pinch of salt for friends,  comfort in solitude many deemed peculiar. And as it is  to their credit, there was always so random a touch of loneliness to even out things and make pronounced the hours of dejection that seemed to pass by like a wind,  blowing graciously whenever it pleased.

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