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Which one are you?

Incomplete

I have wondered about this quite often- Does it matter that you don't live up to the 'expectations' that others have from you, but only by your own means? It ain't a crime to formulate your own rules, lay down you own terms.. and it shouldn't leave a nag behind.. but strangely, thats what you are left with.. Is it a troubled conscience? A belief that things could have been done better if you would have bent your set of rules? A war of your pride, rationality v/s common sense? Why is it that even after doing what you have wanted to, you don't feel contended? Is it because you overcame the friction too easily? A battle would have made it worth it? Or is it that you honestly think there is a better way out there.. If this was so, I am of the nature to accept my mistake and take a reverse.. But thats the hardest part.. Sometimes you just don't come to know why do you feel so.. Incomplete.

i'm not ever going to know if i'm right or wrong
'cause we're all going in the same direction
And i'm not sure which way to go because all along
We have been going in the same direction

--Hoobastank
Same Direction

Musings of a worn out Mind.. Reflected.

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.

--William Shakespeare (Sonnet XXVII.)