Is it just about growing up? – inspired by “admirable weirdos”

First thing first, the term "weird" is very relative and can't be defined as such from a single person's perspective…and I take literary freedom to use it as an absolute one…

Talking about literary thing... only after meeting one such admirable weirdo, I started feeling myself as a good writer… thought often that I can barely read only few pages of a novel or something… I am not a good "reader", then how can I be a "writer"… "Good writer" whoa… that's a farther thing… I kept on writing few things for myself, but could not find answer to the "non-reader-can-be-a-writer" mystery, until one fine morning when stroke upon me a beautiful logic – something like this which follows:
There are two categories of peoples, not exclusive though – Type 1: Readers and Type 2: Writers… few people are excluded from both categories, few included in anyone and few included in both the categories… both are complimentary to each other…
As a matter of fact, I get bored reading long things from even a good writer, probably because I am not a good reader or probably it doesn't interest me at all…but on the contrary, I can write coz it is interesting to me… so I happily accept the “writer” tag and leave the boring (readers please pardon me ;-) ) reading task to the "courageous"… Nevertheless, I also feel that combination of both in a single person is obviously a good one…
That was about quite a longer than usual intro kind of thing… but am sure you belong to the brave reader category… so please hold on… just coming to the point………………

When I think about a clock or time for that matter (even before the invention of clocks - well, let's stick to the clock as a metaphor)… it is the only instrument which ticks constantly, and generates a non-stop music that reminds us that the universe is still in existence… ever heard of a clock going for a lunch break, tea party, or a day off, or Christmas vacation or summer break?... ever heard of a clock keeping two minutes of silence for the dead, ever heard of a clock chilling out or mourning… or being tired?... Nopes… it is the pace of clock, pace of time, which is the pace of life… and it goes on…
And with that constant background ticking, we meet many people in life… few "hats-off-to-you dude" kind, few "aw-yucks" types, few "pity-on-you" kind, few "love-you-a-lot" kind, and even few "man-you-really-suck" types, few "funny-ass dumbos", few "respectables", few "spectables", few "beatables", few "eatables", few "arrogant geniuses" and few "admirable weirdos"..
Among all these, I learn life, I understand things little more every time, and more than anything, I learn myself a little more at depth…
I earn respect, I earn humiliation, I earn a beautiful friend, I earn a beautiful idol of worship…
I laugh, I get laughed at…
I get tempted, I get cared, I get loved, I get hated, I get broken, I get joined back again… it goes on…
In the middle of this thoughtfulness… I always get two types of options... Type 1: whether to learn from the past and be wise, act wise, GROW UP, and in the process, lose the essence of life... OR Type 2: to live the other way… stop trying to predict… fall for love again whenever I get a chance to… give it a go… and live the same thing again with a new flavor every time with a little more wisdom…

I mostly prefer Type 2… and I see these two types as exclusive of each other… How much ever smart or pragmatic a man would be, he cannot optimize and blend these two ways of life… has to select only one code of life, live by that, thereby be saved from the disadvantages of the other one, forego the benefits of the other one, and enjoy the foolishness which lies in the chosen path... Yep, I mean that's the way… it isn't just about growing up… fair enough, fair enough…!!!

The Beginning...

In our day-to-day lives, often do we come across peculiarities of life which we can choose to either think upon or ignore... That's really up to an individual, and most of the "common" people safely learn to ignore them...

Most of the times, I also do belong to the same clan – until the time I come across a thought with which I feel like spending my quality time... And then I feel although it is smart, most of the times, to ignore small-small things, it can really be interesting if I analyze those little things... And it is where my journey of writing begins....!!!