Things happen around us. Rarely do they not affect us. Sometimes, a part of us is damaged – altered – changed. No matter what replacement we find for that part, the loss of the original part will always remain. We lose a view. We gain a perspective. We move from one point to another point. Each point as temporary as the last. Until of course the end point.
That makes me question what value each of these points have anyway. ‘Coz at the end point it doesnt seem to matter. I dont see a point to any of these points.
A cigarette left unstubbed took away yet another friend. Earlier, a car took away one. What are these freak accidents about? How do you make sense of them?
So many things seem so trivial now. It seems like such a waste……