She did not choose to become a wanderer. She did not take a conscious decision that she wants to become a wanderer. Destiny chose her to wander. And then she became a wanderer. The wanderings keep on happening on their own. And the wanderer keeps on wandering! The wanderer does not have a final home. She does not have a certain destination. She keeps on drifting from place to place. And wanderings become her destiny! And she becomes the wanderer!
She came into my life like the Mistral breeze. She showered me with love and care. She splashed me with smiles and laughs. And slowly and silently, she healed me of my depression.
A masculine man wears his attitude. He is as much comfortable wearing three piece suits as he is in wearing ripped torn jeans. He does not chase love, women, or power. He gets them anyhow. He would never ever give up his masculinity for anyone or anything in his life. He lives by his ideals that are tattooed to his soul. He does not believe in leading a comfortable life with luxuries. Rather he works hard to achieve his goals in life. He lives raw. He wanders often. And his life story becomes a testament to his masculinity!
I have to learn to love myself more before anyone else. When I look at myself in the mirror, I got to like myself for who I am and for who I have become as a person!
I have struggled in my life to reach this place where I can talk about struggle. Struggle is good; it hardens us; it toughens us. A man becomes a real man and a woman becomes a real woman after facing the struggles in life!
She once told me that she stalks me day and night She has me in her feelings and in her sight... Her heart keeps telling me things in the night that she is afraid to tell me in daylight... My heart know that she loves me But life is strange and we never know where two people will end up next Love and soul are not to behold Her eyes speak in unknown words And we continue to drift sometimes nearer and sometimes apart!!