Sunday, June 1, 2014

Opportunity Costs

Of all those things that I don’t do
and the places I am not a part of, 
Were they renderings or debacles?
Self made shackles?

To my mind,
They weren’t an oblivion of choice
Nor the first of their kind,
They had turned into a behavior of prejudice
Perhaps, a renunciation of a kind
Which asked for a unintelligible price 

Of all the things I miss the most 
The tides of time which are long gone
Such, friends, are the opportunity costs.


PS: A certain kind of ascetic behaviour has been discussed here which laments renunciation and lack of desire. 



No comments: