Pizza party !

"I have stopped feeling - I live life kinda numb."
What sounded like a casual over-the-pizza statement to him, made me open my eyes wide in wonder.

"How do you do that? And what good does it bring?"

"Well, it's not something I ve consciously done, it become such - call it a defense mechanism from all hurts, coz anything deep and meaningful had the potential to hurt, and hurt bad."

"But wouldn't it also mean the joys are felt to a lesser intensity, as if from a distance?"

"Yes, there are but two sides to a coin."

"But what about the passion in life? Making every day, every moment count?"

"And what about the price I ve paid for those days and moments?"
I didn't have an answer to that one.....I know life's been a bitch to him, to us all.

He tried giving me some gyan too....
"You can't have your cake and eat it too.
If you want to eat it, u will not have it. And if u want to keep it, don't ever try to eat it."

"Crap!"

"Ha ha ha, don't worry, you don't have to know it till u get there. I wouldn't want you to get there, but I know, stopping you would be a sure shot way of making you run for it."

"So? What should I do?"

"Live."

"But then I ll feel."

"Yes you would."

"And then I ll get hurt."

"Absolutely......"; I could see the faint hint of smile there.

"And then I ll make myself go numb."

"See, everything can be talked over a pizza!"