Choices...

Can I choose not to fall?

Can I choose not to decide?

Can I stop choosing between my life and that of the one’s I love?

Why is it that we have to decide..Why is to so difficult to choose...

Isn’t there times where you cant just decide what to do..you feel as if you are running through this tunnel...as if everyone is chasing u...and u wait for that bleak ray of light..that sign of getting rescued...by someone....

Can I also do that.. just run and wait for that light ..for that someone...and not decide and by not hurting anyone by the choices I make....

Wouldn’t life have been more better....why is there only this one opportunity to do what is right....why is there only one person you can be with...and that person has to be the right one...why is that you have to do the right things always...what if we don’t..what if we cant....what if we never can...

Why do answers end up in “I don’t know”...”I cant decide”....

Why is always that at the end deciding always hurts....why is that love hurts....

Faces...

What does a face normally remind us of???? The person , maybe the pain, maybe our sadness...regret....

A face can tell you a thousand stories ...a story of experiences..a story of regrets and joy...and sometimes it just portrays love..unconditional love...but does it always show the truth, the whole story...in life don’t we all don this mask of happiness and humbleness...don’t we actually be someone else in front of a complete stranger, ready to even walk upon our own to be completely accepted and hide our real face behind a mask of absolute falsehood and lies...??.

But i think faces show or portray raw truth, like a face of a child...pure innocence, naughtiness..laughter...sadness....but as we grow in age...we grow in wisdom but we also lose our selves ,somewhere in all the chaos of life, in the race to reach first we forget even how to smile..

I don’t have much to write in this blog but a lot to show because i learned and understood that no one can write about feelings or emotions , it can only be witnessed through personal experiences and for me I experienced it when I collected these pictures....each one of them was so very different, so raw, natural...some portrayed  ages of struggle ,hardship and pain...

Some my personal favourites...and a new and renewed thought..Every face has a story to tell..just look into the eyes ..and you can read it.....