Random Rings


Why can’t we get what we want?

Is it just an unsolved question or our escape route from out problems? A sentence we use to hide our failures, is it?

Why do we get up everyday?

The Reason One Gets Up Everyday. You may get up thinking that you are getting up for the people around you. But it’s not how it looks or how you feel.

Your family is the reason, your friends are the reason, you need them. You get up for yourself.

There are times when you are alone, there is no one around who could listen to you, how you feel then is totally different to when you have some of your best pals around.

Have you ever thanked your friends for their best company, their support when everyone is against you, their smile reciprocated to yours when you need it?

Why do we need a reason to smile?

Is it that tough to answer? Why can’t one be happy all the time? Why do situations make it hard for us to smile always?

Why do people we know become the people we knew?

Why is it so hard to pick up phone and say “hi” to a friend with whom you have not been in touch from quite a time?

Why most of us are just surviving and not living?

Why can’t we enjoy little slices of life? Why do we find it tough to laugh at ourselves?

Why can’t we let go off the things that make us feel bad?

Why is it so hard to forget the things that bother us? Why can’t we forgive and forget?

Why do we trust lifeless diaries more than living loved ones?

Is it because diaries don’t speak? But then, neither do diaries give solutions to your problems, nor do they care for you. Your loved ones do. How about trusting them instead?

Why are friends not friendly at times?

Is it because they have other things to do? Is it because everyone has their own problems? Or is it because they are just not our friends?

Why is it that money is all what matters for some people?

Money is everything. Money can buy you anything but good character. Still, for some people money value is more than human value. Why?

Why is it so hard for people to understand your feelings?

Why do people just can’t understand you when you want them to? When you just want them to sit and listen to you, how you feel, why don’t they understand it?

Why can’t we figure out what’s happening with us sometimes?

Why can’t we understand our feelings at times? When we have a lot of unanswered questions, why don’t we get an answer to even one?

Why do situations make us question ourselves sometimes? Why?

Leave a Reply