Sunday, 2 September 2007

A cynic? Me?

A movie I saw yesterday was a little too close to my heart for comfort. This disillusioned chappie writes travelogues on haunted hotels. Yes it's 1408 I am talking about. And he writes them to prove to the world there is no such thing as a ghost. He believes in no heaven or God ever since his little daughter dies of cancer. I understand that. But what prompted me to lose my faith?

I don't have an answer to that.

Yet, some things still affect me. When I see a little girl smile conspiratorially at her brother, I grin too. When I see an otherwise practical woman talk for hours with her long distance boyfriend and the obvious love between them, I get a warm fuzzy feeling as well. But these are few and far between.

Somehow, over time, not much surprises me. And that's not a good sign.

I want to give the starry-eyed me a chance. Because life was much more fun then. And while I am scared of getting hurt, I guess I am much more scared of never getting hurt again.

4 comments:

Amrita said...

I guess one should sometimes just let go... know tis impractical n crazy but it may just fetch some of the lost faith n the happiness one is yearning for...
Even if it is shortlived...n for all you know... it may last for ever... but well... why think...
just let go...

Lyndon said...

small steps ophelia...small steps...they sometimes over time turn out to be giant leaps.

The One said...

What's wrong with being a cynic? Someone today attempted to equate cynicism with being jaded, and I said no. Getting jaded is a cruel act of time, cynicism a gift from God.

I am a cynic and I thrive on it.

At least, till such time that it is all pervasive.

T.O.

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