Someday Somewhere

Since childhood, we listen Morning brings a new day. A new day, for a new change in date :) change in the calendar cycle etc etc. Here I am sitting idle at my room thinking of the good old time when the morning used to be so. Yes, of course today also its the same. But things have changed hence the view of morning has changed. I am just not able to recollect my words as usual.

I am remembering the time when i use to a diary entry at a day when i felt something within me. Time has changed and now I am writing this blog :D. Days come and go, People come and go and i am yet not able to know, why i am at the same place. Seems like things have started moving from the front of my eyes and I am not able to cop up with the same. Is this the way to live? Questions keep haunting me, Time keeps haunting me. More to say, Change keeps haunting me. It seems like I am like dumbstruck at a certain stage. Seems like I have reached to a stage where all the wishes have died and its like 'come what may be'. Seems like the I had lost that enthusiasm which was somewhere within me. I don't know what it is, But it is, what it is.

Change, the more I think of this word , the more I get stuck. Just not able to think of. Stuck at the moment. Giving a pause.