Words of a wandering soul

Ek aandhi si thi mann me jab gaya tha main... jab meri kashti chali thi ek anjaane samundar me... Koi na tha sath aur kisi se na chali thi baat... Samajh gaya tha akele hi deni thi waqt ko maat... Tab ek shor tha mere andar... Jise samajhne chala tha main... Wo kaunsa manjar hai aane wale pal me... Jise dekhne chala tha main... Kya pata tha jis se bhaag raha tha... Usi ko paane ki khwaish hogi mann me... Jo mere kareeb thi har waqt... use hi dhundne chala tha main... Sabke paas aaunga ek din... Adhuri hai ye zindagi jinke bin... Rakhta hu ab bhi sabko main kareeb... Paas aakar ye bataunga main... Chahta hu dekhna wo manzan phir se... Wohi raaste wo hi khawishe... Waqt to badla hai jaroor... Dekhna hai kitne badle hai wo rishte... Aaj kuch dino baad main wapas aaya hu... Kuch yaadein purane dino ki laaya hu... Wo lamhe the kuch haseen kuch maasoom... Aaj unhi lamho ko phir jeene aaya hu... 

What should be done when one can’t change something which bothers him?  Is the only option to accept and move along?  If you agree to accept and move along, why does that thing still keep bothering you?  Are these emotions? Is this frustration?  Should we change ourselves if we can’t change that thing?  Why do things go wrong?  What did we do to have things go wrong?  Did we do something or did we miss doing something which was important?  Did we say something which should not have been said?  If so, did we intend to say the same? If not, why did we say it the way we did?  Why can’t people who understand us so much, can’t understand why we do things the way we do?  The intentions of doing something are always not very visible. There are no ways to make them visible but to talk about them. But if one talks about them, does he become showy?  Does he become someone who can’t judge the situation and take decisions?...