Me As Well

"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.
- A.A. Milne

Though I have so many objects right in front of my eyes I see none of them but only what I have running in my mind. I don't see any faces or hear several voices as we see on TV, things are sharply discrete and they point at only one motif - true happiness. It's everywhere yet there are very few takers. I don't know where to start from. And I have no idea what I can write. Things overflow undocumented and my craving to have that touch never recedes. Not everybody is the same. It is not the same thing that gives happiness to everybody. Love for everybody is not the same.

I desire to write long essays directed to only one person with "you" in the paragraphs, but I do not know who that person is. I do not know why that "you" concerns me - a little less than hell of course. "You" is not a personification or perchance not even a human being. It is a craving. Or maybe companionship or perhaps an indignation or just an emotion not everybody acknowledges. Time is not the key. There are no locks. Those who call these patches as abstracts do not see the connection. They are not blind. They have chosen not to agree with the truth. They have decided to call themselves mature. They see authority as truth; not the truth as authority.

I asked myself a question whether I am the kind of person I would like to be a friend of. Apparently all I could see was I was biased and prejudiced. And more apparently I felt lonely. I would have rather called that loneliness as confusion because some times that is how generally it is perceived to be. We see what we intend to see when we are biased. We speak to create some worth for ourselves. I hear and I think. Will I prefer to be a friend to a person who is exactly like me? I tend to pull out solutions from the several things I hold in my mind. It doesn't mean I am confused.