So its again changing... The game of life...who knows its returning to the same pages..or is at the verge of revive...
Its a happy spirit that I am in... Everything so beautiful...everything so perfect...
The next steps are unknown...destination is unknown..except maybe that it has to end in success... But isn't success subjective as well.. Some are happy with appearances...some look for content in every shelf...
Who knows what future has in store...
Imagine this moment where I am sitting at some roadside on a large concrete roll right beside my familiar dome...
And I know its just this night that has possibility of relaxation... Day after I will fly to some other domain... Some other roads..
Had I followed some long term plan then situation had been different... But I guess I am not a long term planner... It makes me scared... So fickle and lusty is my heart...
I always get Araid of any thought permanence... What if I don't want it any more... True there is always a possibility to make changes... But its my words that I always feel like keeping intact...anything but breaking a promise.. Anything but to break a heart...
And I hurt so many... I leave so many starts... Just with this thought inside - what if it becomes my duty to keep it till end - or what if it becomes forever apart... Maybe it's attachments that annoy me... Or its the same that pulls me apart... who knows what I want... Who decided these random starts...
And yet it's always thrilling... Different beginnings... Different starts... New zeal... New excitement... New learning from the previous start...
Ready for the next step... Or who cares its all a part - of the large series of journeys I so enjoy - clubbing into my beautiful destiny .. despite of being world apart.
Its a happy spirit that I am in... Everything so beautiful...everything so perfect...
The next steps are unknown...destination is unknown..except maybe that it has to end in success... But isn't success subjective as well.. Some are happy with appearances...some look for content in every shelf...
Who knows what future has in store...
Imagine this moment where I am sitting at some roadside on a large concrete roll right beside my familiar dome...
And I know its just this night that has possibility of relaxation... Day after I will fly to some other domain... Some other roads..
Had I followed some long term plan then situation had been different... But I guess I am not a long term planner... It makes me scared... So fickle and lusty is my heart...
I always get Araid of any thought permanence... What if I don't want it any more... True there is always a possibility to make changes... But its my words that I always feel like keeping intact...anything but breaking a promise.. Anything but to break a heart...
And I hurt so many... I leave so many starts... Just with this thought inside - what if it becomes my duty to keep it till end - or what if it becomes forever apart... Maybe it's attachments that annoy me... Or its the same that pulls me apart... who knows what I want... Who decided these random starts...
And yet it's always thrilling... Different beginnings... Different starts... New zeal... New excitement... New learning from the previous start...
Ready for the next step... Or who cares its all a part - of the large series of journeys I so enjoy - clubbing into my beautiful destiny .. despite of being world apart.
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