Clean the closet.

He had finally had enough.It really was high time that he got a firm grip
on his life and turned it around 180 degrees. It was so easy to think of
doing some thing radical with your life, but so utterly tough to go ahead
and execute it. But that part came later. First he had to figure out what
exactly is it that he needs to do. The general feeling of goodness was
missing in his life.
He sat on the floor, with his back resting against the side of his bed, and
facing the glass wall.He liked sitting in that cramped place,having a clear
view of things gave him a comforting feeling, of being secure yet unobstructed.
Some times he sat there just to let go of every thought in is mind and breath.
Today he sat there thinking, what is it that he can do .
Of late he had started to feel the need for cleaning his life, but he had no clue
where to start, or what to start with.He needed to get a lot of things out of his system,
needed to tell a lot of people a lot of
things that were as yet unsaid,but he still needed to be sure if that was a good idea.
Should he go ahead and tell his Friends that he thinks they are just lechers? Should
he confess to the girl he was going out with , that he was merely looking for a fling that
grew out of proportions.Should he tell his parents that his own plans for his life don't
quite match their expectations? And what about telling a few people he works with ,
that they have a fake sense of achievement over nothing.He wanted to tell a few people
how much he appreciates what they do, despite what all and sundry says of them.
He wanted to complement a few people for being able to keep there lives so utterly
simple, while to others he wanted to show how complicated they have made their
lives over nothing. He wanted to let some one know that she clings too strong and
too long to unnecessary emotional baggage.
He wanted to tell some of them that when they crack senseless jokes on others and
laugh, they are the ones who are looking silly.According to him , some of them needed
to know that by saying that they are different and cant change , they are only trying to
delude themselves of the reality of there ordinariness.He really believed that one of
his close friends needed to see that her life was neither out of the ordinary nor blessed.
He wanted to owe up a few mistakes he made, and point out a lot many others made.
He really wanted to ask some of them whats so great about being able to hold large
quantities of beer in there bellies and talking rubbish,Or whats so gravely wrong or
scary about the reality of there lives that they are trying to forget with liquor whether
its week days or weekends.
He had questions and he had questions. All of them were sure to either wake people
up or have them thinking. But surely none of this would go down well with any one.
And then he had a question for himself.What would he get by addressing all these
people in the manner tat he wanted to , asking those questions or telling things as
they are.
He didn't know the reactions his thoughts would induce, or the answers his questions
would get.The would be on the sharp and acerbic side for sure, maybe that was the acid he needed to un-rust his life.
But he knew for sure that It would let him build his behavior on the solid grounds of his own
conviction and without false pretense.Being indifferent is as bad as accepting oppression.
As the confusion started to clear up, he felt open and spread out in that closed cramped space.
This was going to be an interesting month to say the least. He was in it without his armor,
since that's what he was trying to get rid of with this battle.
he braced himself up and reached out for the phone.