Food for Thought ..

There are generally three kinds of people. Well, actually there are two kinds; one kind just sort of gets branched into two. You get the commoners- the everyday folks who are never anywhere at the right time, the greater bulk of the population taking up space and the only reason these people get anywhere in life is because life just doesn't stand still in one spot. Then there's the rare few who are always at the right place at the right time. They are infront of burning buildings and just happen to be carrying a hose or they might wake up and decide to take a walk down Gardeners Road- the day just happens to be also the day a staff from Ikea gets fired and they become the new Ikea-slave. For a long time, I thought there could not be another class of people other than the two I just mentioned. Then I met the third kind. These people are EVERYWHERE ALL THE TIME and absolutely annoying. They are there when extraordinary opportunity opens up as well as being there when nothing is expected to happen. They are even present in things that don't concern them or ever will concern them. These people turn up to random birthday parties and pop in to have a chat for no reason. They look over your shoulders while you check your mails and ask if you'd help them out because apparantly you are smart.

Anyway, I've done something pretty crazy. I'm totally broke and still spent a fair amount on two tickets to see Muse (actually I was very close to saying no..but the sister really wanted it, and seeing how she'll lead a pretty retarded life like mine, the least I can do is show her some fun). I need another job where I'll be paid more minus the labour work. Invest in stock market perhaps?

If you forget me ..

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

~ Pablo Neruda

Why is everything I was destined to write has already been written?