With the dead lies memories, with the living lies the ghost of the dead.

We are all surrounded by ghosts. The ghosts of our expectation.The ghosts of our past.The ghosts of the future we think we could have.

But the one that haunts us for all our life is the ghost that we can never be rid of.

It is the ghost of our disappointments...

It stands in every corner and walks with you every step. It stops you in your track when you want to take a leap of faith. It threatens to grow bigger when you put your hopes on something.

But when you listen to one of your ghosts the other creeps up to haunt you. You think you can escape but there is no escaping.

The heart can yearn but not escape cos even if you find an escape there are faces of those few which will come in front of you and make it difficult to run away and forget.

I could never understand what is tough?

To live as one's will or not to live up to someone else's expectation.

Every time I close my eyes I see faces I have disappointed.

Amidst it I see myself looking at me with questioning eyes.

The echo of all the things I could not do.

The echo of all that could not have happened.

The wailing cries of the life I have left behind.

The fear of the life that I see people living and and not wanting to be in.

Matter of choice is what life is.

But to choose is what matters.

And so far, everything that mattered is like a dying echo.

I want to hold on to it...

But it doesn't matter anymore.

It needs to go and become a ghost of expectation.

This is all life is.

To walk alone and let everything be. There is nothing and no-one at the end of it. There are just your terrifying ghost who will never leave your side like a good friend.

With the dead lies memories, with the living lies the ghost of the dead.