good guys finish last

Yeah I know.. itz my philosophical bullshit again.. Crap not because it wont make sense to u .. but maybe because in reality it does not really matter what one single person does or thinks unless the person is Obama.The truth though is we people never seem to be short of advise because somehow to us no matter what our decisions are , they are always logical and justified to us.

The truth though if far from it. Many of us Claim to be good people but in really doubt if a majority of us really are.. i mean we maybe good fathers,mothers,sons, professionals and what ever role we take.. but can we really claim to be good ppl.. May i am a cynic but i am yet to meet more than probably a dozen ""good humans"".... and then we wonder whats wrong with the world .. when the truth is it is just us who aren't good enough.

we always somehow find it easier to mistrust then trust, to pronounce guilty without a trial.... All of us have trust issues and insecurities and instead of fighting the same we tend to give in.We just have to realise we have to trust the ppl we love or else this world can be pretty lonely.We also need to broaden our idea of a human . I mean charity begins at home is complete and utter nonsense... charity begins were it is needed. there are no sides which can be taken when you do good. But the truth is our point of view is skewed and we only see what our eyes see..

Our egos are so big that it drives me crazy. People need to realize that life is more than having green and plastic in your wallet .. life is about breathing and then breathing slowly again ..

imperfections

life is full of imperfections.They say our imperfections make us human.All our lives we keep striving to hit the right notes, work to remove these anomalies.The problem though lies in the fact that no one has actually seen the perfect. Perfect is just a phantom . A creation of our mind.A fixation on something so abstract that any attempt to describe usually ends up as pointless verbiage, literary garbage

Yet we all pretend , pretend to be the perfect son,brother,mother,lover and any other role thrust upon us as a duty, though personally i perceive it as a dogma.We all our covered with stigmata symbolizing the fact that we continue to breathe our lives.

Its only natural then that when cracks appear in this little world of ours we feel scared.All our secret fears come out and there we lay bare our soul without the veils of our million masquerades.

Yet at other times we see our inability to create that perfect little world of ours as a failure. When the truth is there is no perfect.

Frankly dear, life's a bit overrated.