It’s just one of those days where I’m standing still and the world is moving all around me in warp speed. Figure, faces and voices transmuting into epiphanies. But where we are heading? And on this journey of stars and fields and gay blossoms, how many bumps can we afford? Did you take your head out to look at the beautiful scenery amid your journey or were you too busy whining about getting to the end? Did you let your hand sway in the dancing spring breeze or were you too stuck up and lost in your mp3 while your weary eyes fell asleep? Oblivious to all the experiences that were scattered all around you like raindrops in a monsoon. Experiences you never had because you were too busy focusing on how kindling in a fire? Why can’t we let go of everything we’ve always held onto? Why are we so scared of becoming a new person? Isn’t monotony a rather crippling force of destitution that strips you off all your dreams and imagination. Why can’t we just go back to being the little child who knows nothing but to question everything he sees? The child who dreams endlessly and believes in them, and thinks that the world is stupid for preaching otherwise.
Even if none of this gibberish made any sense just understand one thing: it doesn’t always have to. Because experiencing is more important than judging. And living is more important than merely existing.
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