Irony...

Many people have come and told me that they like me because I am very wise. They look up to me for the wisdom I pass on. If they wanted an "Agony Aunt" I will be the first person to come to their minds.

Haa!

Of what use is this wisdom? Does it prevent me from getting hurt? Does it foretell me the pain that I might endure? Does it help me in identifying douche bags who might bother me?

What use, you tell me?...

Quintessential

She screams loudly. But then, no one hears her. May be she did not give voice to her fears, apprehension, and thoughts. The tirade of emotions is building up, and the bubble of satisfaction might burst. Will she be able to take care of the situation then? Being quintessential is all she needs now, and that is one thing that she can not get. Why is it that she fails? Being patient, being objective, and letting things be - this is how at present, it is meant to be. She is holding on to hope and looking up at the sky. May be someone up there might actually hear her cry.