Anything that has life, grows. Think a worthy thought, and let it be. It would grow into something else. Sometimes into a colourful dazzle of unidentifiable shape. Sometimes into a morbid deformity of sorts. And sometimes into a pretty thing meant to be admired. But then, sometimes it dies down as though it never existed, like every other living thing. They are capable of living and also dying. The ideas. Are we home to ideas, and also their grave?
First Published on my Tumblr Blog on February 1, 2014.
Okay. Next time I get an idea, I’ll keep a track of its life, its unidentifiable shapes and its death (if at all mine dies). In short, I’ll try to think the way you think which is next to impossible, but I’ll try that. Not a bad ‘idea’, I guess.