I know.... or, i don't?

I question myself, day in and day out.
Why do I do everything I prohibit myself from doing?
Why do I set rules, that I know I will break someday?
Why do I draw limits? Though I know I will cross the line, to see whats there on the other side.
Why do I pull myself back? When I intend to throw myself with double the momentum.
Is it because, I want to test myself with how far can I go without losing grip of everything I've held on for so long?
How far will I mislead me?
Is there an answer to my question, here, where I stand today, or, should I jump across my L.O.C. to know whats the best for me?

Sometimes, even photographs don't have memories.

     Photographs have been a muse for millions of people for centuries now! Some photos have a story behind their existence, while some others don't have a reason, or the reasons may have perished in course of time!
     Like how certain things gave you absolute pleasure, and the perfect reason to laugh your heart out.. those reasons fall short for the same reaction, as you grow!
     Like after a certain age, you make friends no more.. you just meet acquaintances.
     Like certain stories kept you awake for hours together.. those become the reason for you to fall asleep!
     The same way, certain memories are great for a while, but gradually they fade! Not that they weren't important, they just weren't important enough... to stay for longer!
     Each photograph has a memory.... a meaning to it, yet, some just fail to reflect it back!

 Dedicated to Parineeta Poonja!