Why is it not easy, ever?

Why do I always have to prioritize, why do I always have to choose ?

Why is there something that I always have to miss, that I always have to lose?
Why can’t I just spend the evening watching a movie with my family, 

And, at the same time, get to have fun with my friends at their happening party?
Why can’t I cosy up, during a rainy afternoon, with my book and some hot piping tea,

And, simultaneously, get drenched to the skin in the rain, breathing in every minuscule of nature’s audacious beauty?
Why do I always have to choose one over the other?

Why does my mind prefer one, my heart, another?
Why can’t I have the cake and eat it too, with equal alacrity?

Why is it always so hard to choose, to forgo, to live in the moment, to just let things be?

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Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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