I was staring at the screen for a long time without writing anything. Conversations that weave up in my mind, which I think that would be good to write, vanishes in to thin air as soon as they appear. Life is a time bomb which is waiting for the right time to get exploded. For some the right time does come, for some it doesn't. And some defuse the bomb because of the fright of it.Again I stare, because of the uncertainty of the things that I should write which comes in to my head.
Funerals, always make me think again about life. Sometimes I feel that I'm close to dead than the alive. Well maintained cemeteries are beautiful. And they fascinate me. Not only the dead who can find peace there, but also well alive people like me can find peace there. Some of the dead leave behind a legacy. A legacy that should be outshine by the divine people who are alive. Otherwise the flow would be flawed. There won't be a future for the future.
How can a person be in two places at once? Or go behind most contrasting life paths at once? Because I want to be able to do both. Otherwise the balance would be hampered severely.
What I love most, I do not have. What I have, I cherish most.
We meet strangers, and sometimes make friends out of them.
We meet friends, and sometimes make strangers out of them.
Life is too short, for all these bonds.
It should be free, like the wind that blows.
"I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience." - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
