Not in vain

In vain, why try in vain? why live in vain? why love in vain? While, the questions reek of expectations and attachments rooted in them, it would go in vain if I don’t answer it for myself, to myself. Why should I? Rather, why did I.
We do nothing in vain, we don’t breathe in vain, we do it because we choose to, because there is something far greater than just balancing the equation of profit and loss, life’s no balance sheet either.

To live, to feel, to write and to express are just but ways of fitting in, you might not stand to live; but you wouldn’t stand a chance if you don’t express what living and loving and expressing mean to you, expression isn’t chained by karmic assertions either, is it?

Anything pure and unadulterated, devoid of material inhibitions needs no validation: of self, of peers, of society or even the person you choose to feel for; to express the same in writing or in art is again as such: it is most certainly not in vain; heart breaks and unrequited love wouldn’t have been celebrated and glorified otherwise. To choose to live with a consequence, with a constant niggle lampooning within: and then choosing to cast the afterthought in words is certainly not in vain, never in vain; to not to would most certainly be.

While, to each his own is what we live by; we are also driven by the spirit of questioning the other’s action, we deem an action to be inaction, we count inadequacies and discount facts, and cast aside the feelings one had while standing upto express, living it though is another question. We peg our judgements on results; and end up discounting the intentions. Isn’t that in vain too?? Vanity, perhaps.

All that matters, is to feel; to live upto a set standard: that’s doubtful, for life follows no set protocol. Everyone has their own journey, own goals and an individual method of expression. To label anything to be done in vain?? Well, that’s having a myopic view on life; maybe.
I write, I express, I breathe. And, I choose to live too. I loved, I still do, I shall always: standing up for it or falling down; well, that’s my journey too: through the darkness or maybe in quest of light. In vain? Certainly not, it isn’t. The writing won’t cease, the will isn’t fading too.

P.S: The moon’s up in the skies, time to start writing again. In vain? Who cares!!