Yeah, it's 2 a.m. Need to sleep, need to go to work tomorrow, and sleep is nowhere in sight. Great!
So here I am, on my table with a laptop, some random late night thoughts in mind and secretly thinking how freaking cool I am, writing a blog at 2 a.m. in the morning, like in those movies.
But honestly, don't you have these moments when you think you have so many thoughts in mind but when you actually try to pour them out, so that you can make sense out of them, so that you can understand what these thoughts are trying to tell you, they just vanish? And by thoughts I don't mean negative or positive, worry or nostalgia. No. Just thoughts, without a shred of judgement from the lens of polarity. Thoughts like, why that little boy from Syria had to die, when he didn't even know the meaning of the word "War"? Why the people in the debate started playing the blame game with the opposite party even when the topic of the debate was about innovation drought and brain drain in India, which in it's purest form is beyond the realm of politics? Why millions of people in one part of the world die every year because of a disease that is curable just across the street in the other part of the world?
I am sure we all some questions, questions of our own. I guess that's what some people live for, to find the answer to their questions.
But what do you become once you get the answers? As of 2:32 a.m., I don't have the answers, does anyone?
