Idyllic Thoughts

In a few months, I learnt something very interesting. I learnt that friendship is not constant, but relative; relative in the sense it changes according to the situation, emotions and the decisions taken. I believed, like all sanguine youth, that friendship, like love, is forever and unchanging. Well, it seems on the path to maturity, you tend to step on a few stones thinking they are stepping stones and inevitably fall. It doesn't matter if you are hurt, it just matters that you misjudged. Coming to maturity, I think I have failed to understand it, let alone gain it. Does maturity mean accepting something they do not feel, as true? Let me be clearer with a simple example. When you love someone deeply, can leaving that person, knowing that its very difficult, be maturity? My question is, is accepting practicality a sign of maturity? What about accepting what you truly feel, what is nearer to your heart?

Today I re-read all my blog entries. In a way, slipped down the memory lane. And smiled, frowned and felt embarrassed at some of the entries; even wondered if I had managed to write some words in them. Then realised I have changed in a year; changed so much that I am unrecognisable. In fact, in one of the entries, I had written "I know without emotions there is no life, but they should be part of life, not the whole life. If they encircle us fully, then we can not perceive anything else, good or bad." And I am encircled, more precisely, engulfed in those emotions that my once-clear eyes have turned hazy. Hope to clear it soon.