My dad’s forgotten he’s not a vine that is decreed to a life dependent on another entity. That his life is not merely one to enjoy selfishly and procrastinate.
My brother’s forgotten he’s not just a husband, but a son and sibling as well.
A friend’s forgotten he’s supposed to grow up and assume responsibilities.
A neighbor’s forgotten how pretty silence is.
The winter’s forgotten to arrive.
People have forgotten their blogs.
That love is the greatest gift of all, is forgotten.
That money is not forever, and that money is not the only solution, is forgotten.
Authors and directors have forgotten their originality and power.
Terrorists have forgotten the beauty of peace, unity and humanity.
Governments and politicians have forgotten they’re meant to serve their countrymen.
My eyes have forgotten they’re supposed to rest at night, and not just stare into nothingness and cry.
My hair has forgotten it is supposed to stay on my head, and not snap like there’s no tomorrow.
My lips have forgotten that they used to break into a smile for no reason ever so often. (They have also forgotten they aren't used to chipping/chapping - watever...)
My wishes have forgotten that they’re conceived to be fulfilled.
Relatives have forgotten that I’m young. That just coz I’m reliable, independent and resourceful, doesn’t mean I exist to take care of all their problems and plans, and mine, too.
I’ve forgotten the life that I lived before. With few worries and a few hundred dreams and desires. I’ve forgotten the ability to take off without arrangements and agendas.
I think I’ve gone from 21-51 in a span of 2 years. Seen it all, done it all. Been there, done that. My spontaneity and excitement are latent like never before. I feel like a cranky septuagenarian, so full of her own learnings and teachings, that everyone around me seems immature and imprudent.
I’ve forgotten that I disregarded shoulds and shouldn’ts, that I wasn’t always dying to be a perfect daughter, employee and lover.
I’ve forgotten my courage. I watch my step and consider all perspectives with a trained eye, before every action and decision.
I’ve forgotten that I can break free. The chains that bind my freedom are imposed and retained by me. I’ve forgotten the urge; I miss my strength and passion.
I make big things happen now. Coz I’ve forgotten the little girl within...
(Ahem... Guys and ladies, dontcha DARE forget my blog!)
(Kewl :-) The baby's happy!!!)