Every relationship is raw. No relationship can be strong enough to let it be, to let it grow on itself. We have to keep working on them until the last breath. So, every relationship is raw.
Repeating my own words here, uttered almost an hour ago. Life is a serious stuff, a melodrama...big one on that note. Many things in it keep it alive while just a few things can be enough to keep it on halt. And through both the things, we have to keep up with the speed of life; we have to stand on two little feet and keep going, keep sucking the essence of daily life in the hope of redemption, salvation or in simpler words, peace of mind.
But I wish life could be a dream at our dispense. If the previous dream did not turn out good, well we could have another one, the favorable one tonight. Didn't want that heavy storm? Alright! We can have a pleasant refreshing rainfall instead. Didn't like those goons chasing? Okay! Let's run with unicorns and color changing butterflies. Was it a reflection of the horror movie you watched recently? Smile. We can have your favorite things donning tonight's dream. Wouldn't it be beautiful if life could be slides of a never-ending ppt where we could decide what would go next?
The start of this post and the way it's going are growing different with each word. I am sliding from non-fiction to fiction. Dreaming something impossible. Dreaming...something that can keep us alive, that can make up for just the right amount of hope for a better tomorrow.
This one may not be a powerful post but it feels good, to write something here after so long. May be will write something else tomorrow. After all, the relationship between me and my writing is also raw.