The sun's rays shine in through my room and greet me every morning.I wake up and hope that things will change. I wish that everything would be normal.But there is nothing known as 'normal'.I don't want a perfect life.I envy how they show happy endings in movies , because there is no such thing as a 'happy ending'. Life just goes on........
It is not a roller-coaster or train. It is an endless ocean.Sometimes calm and serene. Sometimes, someone throws a stone in it for their own amusement , it causes ripples. Sometimes even bigger problems arise and cause an earthquake below the sea bed which in turn causes a tsunami.The waves beyond the sun succeed the ones that eyes can see and drowns them. They are pushed to the depths and then......Nothing. Death.
That is one way of describing life. It comprises of how one's life is. But how selfish are we think of just our own life.We are all bound together in the fabric of life.That is the mythical way of life. Everybody has their own story on this and I have my own-
In a time before humanity , when earth was a barren land . On a stormy night , a beautiful maiden showed up at the door's of God's castle up in the skies. He did not know who she was and where she came from. He did not ask and she didn't say. He offered her shelter and food.She did not roam,she stayed in her chamber. She sat unnamed and refused to talk. Although she did demand a golden loom and fibre.That night she locked herself in, and wove the purest , finest piece of cloth.
With each strand she wove ,she wove into the cloth, she produced human race.
These strand forever are bound together. Humanity is bound together.That is the fabric of life.
It is not a roller-coaster or train. It is an endless ocean.Sometimes calm and serene. Sometimes, someone throws a stone in it for their own amusement , it causes ripples. Sometimes even bigger problems arise and cause an earthquake below the sea bed which in turn causes a tsunami.The waves beyond the sun succeed the ones that eyes can see and drowns them. They are pushed to the depths and then......Nothing. Death.
That is one way of describing life. It comprises of how one's life is. But how selfish are we think of just our own life.We are all bound together in the fabric of life.That is the mythical way of life. Everybody has their own story on this and I have my own-
In a time before humanity , when earth was a barren land . On a stormy night , a beautiful maiden showed up at the door's of God's castle up in the skies. He did not know who she was and where she came from. He did not ask and she didn't say. He offered her shelter and food.She did not roam,she stayed in her chamber. She sat unnamed and refused to talk. Although she did demand a golden loom and fibre.That night she locked herself in, and wove the purest , finest piece of cloth.
With each strand she wove ,she wove into the cloth, she produced human race.
These strand forever are bound together. Humanity is bound together.That is the fabric of life.
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