ESCAPES!

(Excerpts from a conversation with one of my best friends).

Me: I think I should smoke a joint.

Does it help?

Him: Haha.

It sure does.

But have it later in life

Not now.

For the uninitiated this might seem like an undistinguished conversation. But for the well versed this ain't a part of my quotidian chores and most certainly will be an unprecedented feat if I twirl my ways to spiral down to this track.

It is about that point in life when every random thought floods your brains and even the contemplation of jumping out of your windows seems ordinary.

"That point in life" is pretty much an exaggerated phrase, lets just keep it to "that phase" where those typical chores seem more mundane than ever and haunt you to the point where you begin to question your very purpose of life.

You are caught in that constant struggle to re-establish the  peace of mind conveniently  wrecked by occasional havocs of non-identical  magnitude and intensity.

All of us face this, don't we?

Losing our mind becomes a trifling affair, Snapping out doesn't usher inhibitions. The state of mind is in a perpetual chaos, triggered by unidentified sources. Adding much to our prevailing agony we are forever left wondering, where does this constant "messing of the head" stems from.

That is when these random thoughts pop up. And they aren't bad, only as long as you don't give an effect to your "wild" ideas :P

And wild can be anything, even if it is about having one night stands with a random stranger. 

Mostly, we are victims of monotony. There is an enduring quest for exhilarating indulgences, gratifying which can be quite grueling.

Either way, there is no escape.

ESCAPE is the word. 

Smoking up is an escape. 

One night stands are an escape. 

I am most certainly NOT denying that they are a matter of choice too.

Sometimes, too much work is also an escape. In my case, that't the only one. People say I am a workaholic, restless for something or the other on my plate, irrespective of how consequential it is. 

Going off to to bed at night is never a way to elude from responsibilities, it i carries along a sanguine anticipation of another day assuring that unflagging enthusiasm begetting from unrelenting WORK.

One of my best friends is a workaholic. People say he is crazy. I say he is wise. He does what makes him happy, even if it comes at the cost of a few other important things (Me included :P)

But never the less, as he says Work gives him peace of mind, now that's another story that his peace messes with that of ours. And as I call him an eccentric blend of composure and chaos, he still manages to pacify me on days when I crave an escape.

Maybe we all can't channelize our get-aways like that. May be we don't know what's the best place to decamp. Maybe we wish to circumvent but in the process we end up circumscribing ourselves.

Eventually, it culminates to unearthing happiness, streaks of which lie hidden in petty things in life. These escapes are a part of it. 

Don't be afraid of them.. Face them coz they will go on to complete the bigger picture someday.