Different

There are so many people in this world, there are so many things in this world. Everything is different, every person is different, everyday is different. I see this and wonder, how am I better or worse or extraordinary. Everybody wants to be different or better. We try to do stuff to be better, sometimes it works, sometimes it fails. You may not have many chances you deserve be different but you still try in those little ways you can. This maybe your only chance. You dream, you imagine, knowing that it is the only place you can actually be different.



There are so many people in this world. But why does only one seem better than everyone else? A person you may not even cast a second glance at. Why does that person's faults suddenly don't matter ? Why for you a single ordinary person is so extraordinary now ? Why that person is different for you even though you may never be different for them.

Me And That Feeling

Ever get that feeling after you watch something - a show or anything or you listen to something - line or a song or you read something and there is a sudden urge to do something, in that moment feel you can do anything, you can conquer the world if you want to. You cannot sit on one place, you have to get up and do something. I get this feeling a lot after reading, watching or listening. I don't know what to do with that feeling. The feeling is of pure power and strength. Is that how you get inspired ? I think it is adrenaline I don't know but whenever I get that feeling I find way stand up and I start walking really fast. And then I start imagining myself as a part of the thing I experienced and I feel so happy when I go that and then the feeling goes away. I know I waste that feeling every time it comes to me. I imagine. I do that a lot and because of that I don't really do anything. But when I imagine just for once I have everything I ever wanted and life is perfect and I am happy. Everything is fine and it is where is supposed to be. There is no confusion, no uncertainty, only dreams coming true. That is why I imagine because life is so much better that way. I know imagination is running away from real life and not doing anything. You gain nothing out of it but another load of dreams which you do nothing to fulfill. I mean it is great but it is after all imagination not reality. It makes  you happy but that happiness isn't forever. So, this time when I got that feeling, I wrote this.