Dust

Everything comes with a shelf life. Be it your favorite food, an idea, a hobby or even a relationship. Gradually dust of redundancy and complacency settles, masking the initial luster and glitter. It is a way of life. 

We spend all our life contributing to these layers of 'dust' because we are always looking for something new while we should be putting in those efforts to save the degenerating ones. The efforts come in after the whole set up or situation is on the verge of collapsing under its own weight. 

It is a cycle. A stagnation compels us to look for more while all the time you ignore the relationship leads to more stagnation.

Memoirs Of A Geisha

I am reading this book currently. Its one of my favorites now. I simply love the style of writing. for once I am obsessed with writing in first person. Secondly I find the writing very calm and serene, not giving in to emotions or situation. I like that monotony. I guess I have always been a fan of monotony simply for the sake of security it provides. Anyways, coming back to the book.
It doesnt have a grand plot or anything but just seems to flow with a finite direction. At many points I fail to understand the way protagonist's mind functions. It is on the occasions when her profession collides with her inner self. But then isn't it boring if we could predict every behaviour and reaction? 
Also it portrays a human's ability to protect an innocent part of themselves even when they have indulged in every kind of wrong doing. The profession of the girl required her to use every ounce of wit she possessed for survival, lie at every turn of life. Yet she nurtured her desire for the Chairman, away from every other part of herself.
I also adore the cover of this book. It's heartbreaking to see something so beautiful.
I wonder that's what we all do, striving all our life for one cause. Does the elimination of the goal take away our life? Or is it possible to exist without any longings?