Harsha, the Tinker

A recent browsing of the old pictures made me realize how I have changed since joining this place. The photo of a long haired, happy, half-ass tinker. A Tinker(no, not a "thinker") only has weird, half-baked, cynical ideas about his own life. Now I'm this new hope-filled man. I detest him. Cynicism was so much more easier to handle. It was earthy and rooted in the fact that I was not good enough for anything. Hope, on the other hand is a beast and gives you those false ideas of grandiose. Oh tinker, where hath thou gone.