Day by day, everyday , I understand myself more, which leads to understanding others more. Nevertheless, I am still like an unknown island which is waiting to be found by an anonymous traveller. And hence, if I have not found myself yet, how can I find someone else to complement me? This journey has taken so long time and still I feel like it has begun now. And contradicting this, I have realized the nature of my thirst. I am now fully aware of what will quench it ? And believe me, it's not another person. Finally, I have understood that no one can complete me by being with me. I am born to be an incomplete thing. Because incomplete things are the most beautiful and I am beautiful. I am like a drunkard. But, it's beauty and love that I get drunk on. Beauty of words, beauty of music, love for everyone and everything, these are sources of my intoxication. Everyone has five senses and few have six. And I think, I have seven, seventh being able to feel beyond all these six and all those six at the same time. Perhaps, many people think about themselves the same way. So what? each traveller has his own destiny and I am happy to walk futher without knowing who are my fellow partners taking the same path, accompanying each other and yet being a lonely wolf in the pack. I bless them wholeheartedly.
Life has its own ways which can not be understood, which prove us completely wrong, which make us stronger, which teach us how not to expect it. And, we, human beings, consider ourselves the most intelligent species on this whole planet and still waste so much of our life thinking about what it actually is. Life is not a thing to be wondered about or that can be counted. It is living, being in the moment. It is enjoying the way it is. Being satisfied with your life is always good. But, have you really felt the moment when you are unhappy? It's not different. It's amazing how these limbs work, how this brain functions and how this heart feels. Even if you are not happy, you breathe. You get excited hearing your favorite music even if you don't want to. Tears falling down your eyes have their own charm. Have you ever tasted those? When you are busy wondering about the taste of your tears, you forget w
You have a beauty of word.... Keep it up
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