Everyone has a way of life

Everyone has a way of life. Some rely on the daily horoscope and others on their life horoscope. Some are patrons of palmists and some of numerologists. Some seek answers in the character cards of the tarot card deck and some in the recitals and interpretations of the the holy books. There are some who subscribe with the philosophy of Buddha and others with those of Osho. The art of living or the art of living of Zen. Then there are those who are above all these known guides of living and devise their own method. They go about shopping-till-they-drop to find inner peace or partying-till-the-sun-comes-out for the inner happiness or they go on emulating their favorite famous personality for showing their inner hotness. Then there are also those who have no fixed way of living. They don’t have any formula or any rule or any personality to follow or aspire to. They just go about doing things they like and don’t generally care what the world would think (although secretly, there are times, when they really do care what the world thinks of them) and do what they do the best way they can.

There is one more category of person I want to recognize today. The kinds of me. The Kind who partake little bit from every kind. Who would go to the palmist and the tarot card reader, who would try and understand the shlokas of the bagwat gita and also agree with the analysis and opinions of Osho. Who will shop to the extent their pocket allow, maybe a little more, and sneak out and party till the fairy god mother permits. Who, on certain days are so confident of their existence that nothing and nobody can come in their way or mar their decisions and who on certain other days will just run after the decisions of any second person they meet.

Everyone’s way of life or way of escaping my own life.