“All simple things might not be great, but all great things are simple”
time comes. life getting complicated in front of my own. against my will but with my own permission. my own unknown lies. forming a vicious circle. the vicious circle in which my own soul is trapped, panting, for there is no faith in the air.
when was the last time you cursed. some might have not have done that cause they feared the mighty one. but sure they had there gloomy heads down, and eyes up. always pleading but never a conversation. a hearty conversation. when we were born life was really simple because the toddler mind didn’t knew the complexities of the wicked world. while the whole body was getting away with complexities , the brain was doing its best to go against it. and the day we landed up in teenage. the mind was at its best non productive production. composing complex thing for the simple heart.
sometimes i feel like whats wrong am i the only one who is facing. the answer is no. life happens to all of them and we get our share of shit and treasures. the more i think of myself is more i confuse myself but when i come out and watch people living by my side they have there share of joys and sorrows and my journey goes on so does the journey of others. people come and go a few pass unnoticed and a few leave their marks and some even leave scars and few give joys which last for a lifetime.
really hoping that i will enjoy answering organic chemistry tomorrow. my last final paper. 1 more to go and i will be a pigeon. flying everywhere i want. wishing best of luck to myself.