Bhardwaj Rish

Of course I'm not just gonna give it right away. That'd make this a boring read. I'm going to put in a whole lot of adjectives and verbs creatively thought out to describe exactly what one feels when doing this particular sequence of actions, rarely performed by many.
It's this mind bending, limb stretching, mental limits pushing, pain barrier breaking, ass hurting, barehands crocodile fighting, body wearying, physically draining, hand taxing, thigh numbing, psyche perspiring, soul drudging, power grinding, back breaking, torso drenching, chassis soaking, frame wetting ability to do burpees* be consistent, at anything.
To just have robotic-like consistency in anything you do. The hardest part of living in my opinion is getting yourself to do something, anything. It's to convince your mind, to motivate yourself to do more than just the bare minimum to survive. Now, there are a set of things you're almost forced to do - going to school, waking up for work, sleep…

...is almost meaningless.

Have you ever been in a situation where you're so engrossed and deep into a conversation that one topic leads to another, and suddenly you're diverging into multiple things, and both of you speak together, and so, you stop the person you're conversing with and say, "sorry, you were saying?".

At this point I realised, what I was going to say barely matters. We were having so much fun just talking, that the actual subject didn't really matter. We'd carry on and move to another interesting topic where we could spend another couple hours talking. This is a bold statement to make, but the content of the conversation is never relevant. All that the conversation is facilitating is assessing and matching wavelengths. What you are talking about doesn't matter, as long as you are talkingand not just speaking - or even that, if at all.

Put yourself in various situations. Picture yourself meeting this Polish girl at work you immediately…

There's a thing about final good byes.
My favourite movie over romanticises it,
how the last time you say goodbye at an airport is the most important,
that you have to look back, and look at her, look at life as it was, one last time.
Why is it that we want to make them special?
That we go as far as judging the entire journey
based on the last segment that got us there.
That we devalue everything,
if the last memory of it wasn't the best one.

I don't quite know what I was expecting on my last day at Tonbo. I had done all the handover, written all the documents I had to, talked to all the people I needed to a month before my last day. And somewhere in my mind, I was expecting (?) for something extra special to happen on the last day. Now you have to know, this was my first job, and I was pretty attached to the people and the work I was doing. I had spent a good 3 years at the place.
And so I suppose I was wishing for the skies above the office to clear up, for Jupiter, the…

Maybe I'm over-romanticizing it,
Maybe I'm not.
Maybe we never know what we have until all we want is what we don't have
Maybe we knew and maybe we loved it

I don't miss you.
I miss the idea of you.
Maybe we can't ever go back to it
Maybe someday we might choose not to

I want our ground.
And I want you there.
I want it to rain a little,
and then for it to stop.

And for us to talk and not just speak.
Of things that mean nothing,
but mean everything to us.

Maybe they weren't of any importance to anyone.
Maybe we never cared.
I might throw it all away once I have it again.
Maybe you will do the same.

All I want is to think out loud.
And discover my thoughts all over again.
Without you trying to convince me of anything.
Without me trying to assert or force what I feel.

It's surprised me every time I think of it.
How you and I were the best at what we were.
And then we were strangers.
And how we still are.

Love is transient
and is something I don't understa…

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