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"If we went any slower, we would be going backwards."

I have heard this a couple of times but the latest was last night during a play. I am not sure what to make of this. Statements like this usually make me a little uncomfortable because there is so much anger, longing and stupidity all rolled into one.

It makes me realise the insane human ability to settle. We all want that perfect, crazy fairy-tale. We want to be loved, in a I-can't-live-without-you way. We enjoy the attention, we crave for recognition. Then how do we get from all that to a point of mere compromise?

I have decided. Despite all my moments of falling into almost-love, I ain't settling. Not until I find my fairy-tale.

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  1. Khadeer19 May 2011 at 12:17

    If we went any slower, we wouldnt go backwards at all. It is always to pause and get a view of the bigger picture ahead and then proceed.. moving forward without a sense of where we are proceeding, will not lead us anywhere.. nice post :)

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  2. Anonymous19 May 2011 at 13:48

    seriously, that how u felt? :P

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  3. Anonymous19 May 2011 at 21:10

    I am reminded of this old Vidya Sinha / Rajesh Khanna movie (Karm?) that has two versions of the song "Samay tu Dheere Dheere Chal", and "Samay tu Jaldi Jaldi Chal" (Can you guess how old I am? ;-)

    ASnonymous

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  4. Unknown20 May 2011 at 00:49

    The play is pretty famous. I am forgetting the name. the one with different love stories? Also, the line is true.

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  5. Anonymous20 May 2011 at 02:57

    oh - build your castles sweety - foundations will slip in - you always get, what you really really want - ofcourse you have to work hard to get it - passionately focussed- get you will. my best
    wont say anonymous :-)

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  6. Anonymous28 May 2011 at 14:23

    Reminds me of a Thoreau quote a friend emailed me some years ago: If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them. Just remember: Fairy-tale-someone does not necessarily have to be found; it can also be CREATED.

    ASnonymous

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