“You know, it’s scary.”
“What?” Looking at the busy streets he asked.
Like, you know, how just like you and me, most of us work to make things successful. To have perfection in everything we do. Indeed, to love perfection. Where planning starts much before we’ve initiated any idea and you know, how stupid we’re to have planned everything, every now and then.
And then there are a few of us, a few like you and me, who enjoy the little droplets of rain. Who could make time to feel the hazy clouds moving in a uni direction during the busy odd hours of their lives. Who smiles even after knowing that they aren’t being photographed. Who enjoys the little something without “planning” and without thinking of “perfection.”
You know, it scares me to be successful and unsuccessful at the same time.