Sometimes one wonders whether one has led a worthwhile life. Someone once said that his biggest fear in life is to be irrelevant to others. The whole mid-life crisis issue, seems to be an existential crisis to me. Maybe not per se, but maybe in the sense that values and assumptions that so far had held true seem to come to be questioned.

I once read somewhere that you will only truly know what the world thinks of you when you ask your pallbearers. In that case, you may never know. But then again, you wouldn't want to find out in the end that it was all for nothing?

Dreams are places where fiction becomes reality. At least for that duration, you have something to hold on to. But after that, you'll be left with a sour aftertaste.

It's odd how your actions become the independent and mind becomes the dependent variable. Seems there is a negative linear correlation?

They say that things become clearer at death. I guess, till then I'll be chasing the wind and catching my breath.

What is it about one, that others seem to know and said one doesn't?

Okay, it seems more of the latter now.

It's not good to stand beside a street light. Stark contrasts seem to do no good. Especially when.

Nietzsche and his pithy sayings. He went mad didn't he? Gorgon transfixation.

Mistakes?

If I were to start talking, space would become a problem. Is it me, or am I supposed to put 1 and 2 together to make 3? Or what's with 4 anyway? 5 is silent. Whichever the case is there is gonna be some head-banging, be it to music or against the wall.

What are the words that you spout, but unbridled streams of conscious thought, bound by channels of grammar, syntax, rules and taking on a functional form.

If you are equally conversant in many languages, which language do you think in?

The numbers keep on increasing when I don't say anything.

One thing is not to have any expectations. If it turns out for the better - it would be a pleasant surprise. Otherwise, it won't hurt so much either.

Times are a' changing. Somehow, it's become easy to let go of things that I once had to but couldn't. Maybe it's because of ? Can't say. Then are are things that pose riddles. Interesting puzzles. This is the millionth time I'm using 'interesting'. My vocab has degenerated.

Orioles seem to be a good omen. But sample size is small, so can't make an unbiased estimate.

I sound bloody disjointed. But what is this but a scattering of thoughts. Stream of consciousness.