Am I Truly Afraid to be Happy?
A baby Finally some time to stop and think (scary). Actually I almost did that towards the end of my final examinations of the previous semester, but I didn't. Probably to save myself from realizing how pathetic or despicable I have become after mindlessly spending 6 months away, numbing myself with daily routines and temporary pleasures. Therefore it is painful and scary to honestly stop and mull over your life as a whole. You might surprise yourself how much you've changed through the course of the years, or you might put a smile on your own face when you realize that the little uncounted things in life are actually blessings, often in disguises. Henceforth comes the question - am I truly afraid to be happy? Such a queer question to ask is it not? I mean, who here doesn't want to be happy? That person must be out of his/her right mind, right? Right. But seriously, when I posed that question to myself, I became hesitant to answer. It's not like I have been up