Cool weather and warm socks
watching rain from the window
a cup of tea
fresh made food
nowhere to go
quick naps when I want
long walks when I want
watching the sun span the sky
watching the moon bloom at night
happiness lies in counting your blessings
they say
The poem is probably bad but I didn't want to pick up one written by another to indicate the state of my mind. Why not write it myself? I love poetry but probably suck at it. It is so hard to evaluate yourself. Why is it so hard to write something and not be able to tell if it invokes the kind of feelings in others that I am trying to express.
What I am trying to say is, it can be a lot of fun to be alone. It is fun when you are not under constraint to do things. Such a time can come only under two circumstances, 1. You are unmarried and living on your own. 2. Your children have grown up and moved away. Unfortunately, this state has come to me at 2. I wish I had been courageous enough to live on my own when I was younger, I may never have changed that. I realize that I am a natural loner. Even in company it is my tendency to keep me to myself. I am like a fakir inside.
I have changed the name of my blog and will try to post more. More snapshots of my past, more about my doings.
watching rain from the window
a cup of tea
fresh made food
nowhere to go
quick naps when I want
long walks when I want
watching the sun span the sky
watching the moon bloom at night
happiness lies in counting your blessings
they say
The poem is probably bad but I didn't want to pick up one written by another to indicate the state of my mind. Why not write it myself? I love poetry but probably suck at it. It is so hard to evaluate yourself. Why is it so hard to write something and not be able to tell if it invokes the kind of feelings in others that I am trying to express.
What I am trying to say is, it can be a lot of fun to be alone. It is fun when you are not under constraint to do things. Such a time can come only under two circumstances, 1. You are unmarried and living on your own. 2. Your children have grown up and moved away. Unfortunately, this state has come to me at 2. I wish I had been courageous enough to live on my own when I was younger, I may never have changed that. I realize that I am a natural loner. Even in company it is my tendency to keep me to myself. I am like a fakir inside.
I have changed the name of my blog and will try to post more. More snapshots of my past, more about my doings.
