The question of my existence my lifestyle my belongings have always fascinated me
because when I look around I see so much of variety no one person has same things as I do. I do not understand why I have more than someone has and less than some other one has.
why is there is so much of difference between you and me? how is it even possible?
this will always be the question of a lifetime for me. For instance why a janitor working 8hrs a day at a local place earns less than the janitor working at a high end place. I really miss out the reason for gap in the picture. Are not they both doing the same job? how in this life have we managed to create such vast differences that looks impossible to fill in.
when did this even happen?
when did this even happen?
how do you know my intellect is more than an old lady who has spent life in poverty struggling to feed her babies just because I have a degree and she don't?
when did we manage to create a society where even something as private as our careers are being judged.
Why are porn stars or prostitutes or strippers seen less than people working at corporate office?
Why are porn stars or prostitutes or strippers seen less than people working at corporate office?
is it because they choose to sell their physical bodies and latter one choses to sell their brain. Aren't both of them selling a part of each selves? then why such parity?
why are we constantly on the run? what is there to achieve in this lifetime? What is that you seek? why is my need a luxury for you and my luxury a need for someone else?
What is that you seek in me? what is there to love in me or makes me likeable?
is it that I do things that you like or that we share same opinions or has it got to do something with my body.
Do you know me? Do you want to even know me? or just act like it.
People call me unromantic because I do not understand what it feels like to be presented with huge gestures,may be I don't may be because I have never had one or could it be that I happen to find happiness in small things. what is it?
what does it feel to be hopeless romantic ? addressing heart full of emotions or box full of chocolates or heart full of broken pieces? what is it?
I just thought that love is love, it could mean differently for all of us.
Why am I any different?
