Random

She was crazy, and I loved it.

She’d act mind bogglingly utter stupid! And I freaking loved it. Ever seen someone love life this much? Ever seen anyone sprinkle life into dull before? Ever seen anyone give absolute no damn about anything around them? Ever seen someone high without any stimulants?

I’d seen her.

One bat-shit crazy girl, I’d be mused all day. Such people would think something completely irrelevant, yet something which bound them in. Something so random, yet it felt in place. They’d live many lives at once, when people struggled to push one till the finish.

She had troubles, she had her demons. She had her fights, she had her dilemmas. She was a human after all. Yet confronting that hell with a smile needed a spice. A spice called life.

Her randoms had a connection, her weird had a reason.

Why to sulk over irrelevance? When you could make your own relevance.

Why to thrive in a silent act? When you could create your own plays.

Why to waste life in monotony?

When you could be random.