Who shot the shooting star...

When I was a kid, I use to look at the sky and wonder why do stars fall. Who shoots a star and...why would anyone want to do such a horrible thing...but as I grew up, I realised, may be you reach a point in your life where you get tired of staying there, hanging in the air all alone, watch everyone watching you back...be desired and cannot be owned...may be we all feel like a star sometimes who wants to be free...go some other place, a different world may be. Where all that we know, all that we have learned, the choices we have made doesn't really matter. Where what matters too isnt important at all...

But life aint a fairytale. Its real. Its complicated and most important its a little unfair...so what do we do? Well thats a choice. Some try to hang on. Some try to change themselves, some try changing the world...and some, well, just choose to drift along. Choice is a tricky thing, isn't it? No matter what you choose, you are never completely right. Never completely wrong either. Its like choosing a train for home. You can choose the train but you cannot choose your Home. At the end, we all go where we came from...the only place from where there is nowhere else to go. Where all the roads end...so if you are too worried about how to reach home, may be you need to think again. May be what you should be thinking about is...what if, for a change, you take a train that leads you somewhere else...