London,Thou Art Awesome

Its bin a hell of a time to sum up the rest of this post. Got back from London this morning and I'm really tired. Sleepy, hungry and tired. Hopefully will get some sleep. A long time back I used to wonder why I keep saying hopefully and not maybe or surely. Why not something more concrete than hope. I know why. For a while now. In the life that we live, filled with the avoidable yet inevitable complex emotions, something hanging loosely left for our own comprehension is so much better than the dead end that definition gives us.

Put it this way, even if I confirm something you're totally psyched for and are happy to no limits, what I've assured you is all that you will get. If I give you hope (which I will) then I leave you to comprehend the extent that the hope will reach and the possibility that things may not take place. And make you ready for it. In other words, when you anticipate and digest the worst, only then, can you truly, completely enjoy the best.


And that is the most thoughtful thing my mind has produced in a while. Which has been a stagnant place. Sleep, food, Tv, music , sleep is all I've done which left hardly any room for any thought. Vacations man, don't judge me.

But that was till London came along. Spur of the moment plan from Dad. And we were off.

I'm of two minds here. Whether I share the experiences of London or leave you with hope to comprehend to your own likes.

I'm gonna go with the second. If you know me and we meet and talk, I'll end up sharing things with you but here, its better off to leave you to imagine.
I did the same things, tourist attractions, blah blah blah.

What really made the trip awesome is a conversation for a time later than this. Hopefully.


But I'll tell you this. A part of me is still in London. Somewhere in the Tube Stations, or at Wimbledon, or at The Apple Store/Ferrari Store in Oxford Street or at the convenience store where I picked up my stuff.

And just like I said above, I hope I get to go to London again. And this hope shall help pass many a boring night to come.

But where London disappears, Stagnation reappears.


Hoping we do have that Conversation,
V


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