Everybody aspires to be somebody sometime. Some emotionally disjoint individuals find it extremely difficult to get over certain disjoint events in their lives. You may know yourself but you make not know how you seem like or look like to other people. If you want to you the fact that people would fear the unknown it becomes silly. There’s somebody inside everybody whom makes that somebody the person that somebody is. Thinkers a like contemplate life and look into the reasons why people behave the way they behave. They do not live by societies moral standards they life by their very own principle. They do not care what people may think what they are or who they want to be.

At times you just feel so helpless. After being exploited mentally, emotionally and physically you just hate that after taste feeling. For those with numb taste buds may only realise it later and too late. For those oversensitive fools they might realise it too early and life not knowing what they have missed out on. And some people who seem to have everything going their way just life enough. They are happy with the goals that they have set. They are happy with what they have and with who they are. Simple folks who live life simple do not complicate things and matters. Players who like to live life dangerously. Do they really enjoy what they’re doing, the moral dilemma that inner voice. Locked up in some closet somewhere? Self-petty is a futile conundrum, which drums oneself helpless and weak. Never can someone not be able to hold his self that he feels like he wants to explode. He just wants to change that game of his. Move on. Proceed in his life. And sometimes-overlapping events in life make simple things complicated. You know guys find it difficult to multitask. When they are down they go down burning. Yet those with character those with t he patience to hold on, those who people admire them for. You may have that thing, but what is that thing without being that one. People have their own thing going on. But only a few have that ‘THING’ which speaks brilliantly of who they are, speaks volumes and volumes. Association by futile connections kills the fun. Hoopla!