Dear I-Wish-Someone-Could-Tell-Me-It-Will-Be-Okay

Nothing will be perfect.
But you know that.
You're not a hopeless optimist.
Hey, but you are an optimist, haan.

You grow into it.
The world treats you well.
And sends you kittens and puppies with big believing eyes who shyly lick your palm and slide up to you while you sleep to cuddle your toes.

The world sends you wins.
But you see right through them
You pick going home to your cats.
And you value most, the brickbats.
Good job, you!

And from a shy kitten yourself,
You become a full on psycho cat.
It's pretty cool.
It's your callsign.

Honestly, I'm not sure you need a break in the space time continuum to make it.
You make it.
Or you fake it
And you help others make it.

Don't roll your eyes at me.

But don't stop rolling your eyes.
People will tell you not to.
But it's nice to acknowledge the ludicrous.
And to be the ridiculous.
You learn to be a clown
Even if you're breaking inside.

And you find people who see right through that.
And love you for it.

You meet heartbreak.
It wore stripes at one time, specs another, and pathanis at yet another.

Know what that means?
You've got a heart held together by superglue
Patent it.

You find the poetry in tears.
You cry so hard it scares you, but you're up the next day, striding into office because your team needs you.
Nah, they may not notice.
But they'll hug you at some time.
Tell them you hate hugs.
They'll find reasons to hug you
And to love you.

You become my role model.
Every time I look back.
Because man, what a hike life is
And what a damn Sherpa you are!
Just like your mom, you fight for perfection.
And just like your dad, you demand attention to work ethic.
But equally like both of them, you know how to acknowledge irrationality, differing views, and you appreciate people.
(Sometimes grudgingly, coz you don't really like people; being a cat, and all)

You don't need anyone to tell you it's okay
But you meet them anyway
You're born to them, in fact
And they're the people you tend to attract
Friends, Romans, countrymen
Absolute strangers
But well wishers.

But you know the coolest part?
You are clumsy as all hell.
You keep falling, keep getting into scrapes, keep taking chances, keep making an ass of yourself, keep cringing at all the idiotic things you do.
And you never, ever stop doing that.

The channe ka zhaad doth protest
And my case, I hereby rest.
Am I lying?
You'll only have proof if you go out of your way
To prove me insane.

Go.

Stale

Nothing tastes as much of regret as yesterday's coffee.
Unless it's that weird, woolly taste of your tongue...
Too many puffs, too little water, and a little too much anger.

The best way to express these days...
Is those last moments of quiet when you beat the alarm and grumble awake too early,
Only to take sips of coffee that's been chilling since you ran out the door last morning,
Stretching your toes because they're cramped,
Wondering what important things you missed yesterday;
And ignoring work texts because it's not 9.30 yet, fuck you.

Actually, a good caption for these days is coffee and ignorance.

Fun working-person tip: shutting the world out doesn't keep it out,
It gives everyone the liberty to waltz in to your personal space,
And remind you that you're not making your presence felt in their lives,
And make you feel like a piece of shit.
So you run out for a solitary beer after a hard day,
Coz you can't afford to make a friend to take along.

Coz you don't want one more unread notification.
Coz you only have some time before the alarm rings.
And coz that coffee will still lie in the fridge
Getting more frozen,
If you try to reply to your life every morning.

Another good caption:
Life as a Monorail.
Monotonous one way railroad track
From A to B
Flying through people and pollution
Picking up only grime
And letting the people off at their stops.
While you never stop.

Doing what you're supposed to, right?
But you never seem to be right on time
Or fast enough
Or the AC isn't cold enough
Or you're just too crowded.

But that's your job.
And you get no praise nor pity
For doing your job.
Only complaints on unnecessarily numerous social media channels and personal email stinkers.

So a few more puffs
A sip of water
A resolution to drink more water
A vague inkling to make plans for later
And that coffee.

Probably today
I'll manage to drink more.
Water.