roll over

the grain is carried to the shore by the waves. before it can settle down, it gets pushed again. over and over this repeats itself. soon the grain is dislodged and moved to another region.

often, i have felt like that grain. never belonging, never settling down. people around me just wants to have things done their way and i get pushed around and laughed at. i do not blame these people for my predicament. i just blame myself for not being strong-willed enough to stand my ground, for being too soft. and so i move on but not stopping this culture. till i am strong-willed enough to stop such people, there is no need to put myself at the mercy of their mouths.

Day 170