I read books and I can’t tell people how was the book. I see
a mountain and I can’t explain it. I eat burger and I can’t tell you its taste.
I am stuck in the misery of being speechless. I tell myself that its because
I’m getting wiser. You know, people become silent when they really start
understanding things, start understanding life. But my heart knows this is not
the case with me.
My friends ask me how was the trip? What about your project?
How about the weather? And I end up saying “well, Its fine. Eh I mean I cant
really say anything about it”
Its more about the state of being confused rather than being
speechless. You find a banana yellow but that doesn’t make you sure about how
the other person will see. You like a book but he can hate it. You find it
yummy and she can be astonished about your taste. Life is all about uncertainty. About difference of opinion. Imagine how boring life would be if all the people had same likes and dislikes. I keep my comments and experiences to myself because I’m afraid. I'm afraid of listening from someone that I have a weird choice. I don't express myself. I am a coward. Or to satisfy myself, I’m wise enough to let them taste life themselves. Let
them experience it. Let them do it and let them speak about it first.