A tangled heart with golden feather 🪶
chapter -4
temporary people
Can anyone define the flow of life without knowing the time estimate? As humans, we keep trying to define the flow and failing in some cases. True to form, I entered this phase haphazardly in order to define flow, and I, too, failed.
I don't want to publish all of the pages, but emotions must be expressed at times in order to maintain mental peace. Sometimes I wish God would forbid us from meeting certain people in order to keep us away from negative vibes and energy. Sometimes I believe God will draw rangoli in each person's life, but as I grow older, I realise God sends each person in our lives to teach us a few lessons.
Peace is essential, so if someone leaves in the middle of your life, they are only there to teach you. Each lesson's moral lasts forever, and people do not. This is the true colour cloud in everyone's life. I suppose I wish we could all be surrounded by peace by the end of the day.
This photo is obviously hidden from the view of others, but I remember the extent of my innocent smile, which is unaware that it is not permanent.
It's 8:30 a.m., and the sun is shining brighter. I think I hear the garbage collector banging on the door of my apartment.
.....to be continued
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temporary people
Can anyone define the flow of life without knowing the time estimate? As humans, we keep trying to define the flow and failing in some cases. True to form, I entered this phase haphazardly in order to define flow, and I, too, failed.
I don't want to publish all of the pages, but emotions must be expressed at times in order to maintain mental peace. Sometimes I wish God would forbid us from meeting certain people in order to keep us away from negative vibes and energy. Sometimes I believe God will draw rangoli in each person's life, but as I grow older, I realise God sends each person in our lives to teach us a few lessons.
Peace is essential, so if someone leaves in the middle of your life, they are only there to teach you. Each lesson's moral lasts forever, and people do not. This is the true colour cloud in everyone's life. I suppose I wish we could all be surrounded by peace by the end of the day.
This photo is obviously hidden from the view of others, but I remember the extent of my innocent smile, which is unaware that it is not permanent.
It's 8:30 a.m., and the sun is shining brighter. I think I hear the garbage collector banging on the door of my apartment.
.....to be continued
© All Rights Reserved