Let me rant.

Let me rant.

When medium tells me to write a story here, I think of millions of opportunities that I’ll miss while choosing one story and not writing the other. When I start to write though, the individual stories try to mix in and what forms is not identical to any one of the thoughts in my mind. It is, instead, an amalgum, of all the intricate thoughts. But I guess, there is nothing unique about it because it happens to everyone.

Let me rant.

Let me sing along, in the depth of the oceans that have heard no human voice before. Let me throw away, in the numerous galaxies, the lights that travel years to reach their destination. Let me create a universe of my own which unravels the felicitations of my heart. Let me despise life to the fullest and come to peace with it eventually. Let me burn myself in the shady dark in silence yet be refreshing still. Let me fly with twisted wings. Let me fall down. Let me get back up. Let me try again.

Let me rant.

Let me dismantle what figures human mind has bestowed upon itself to get busy. Let me disentangle the millenials and make my own space to work. Let me relinquish the thirst to achieve more. Let me take not rest but a series of constat struggle to get to the zenith of personality.

But after all of this, let me rant. For this is the continued passion towards life.