Our past has a funny way of becoming part of who we are in the future, and I think that’s the way it’s meant to be. Without the scars, without the pain, we wouldn’t be able to appreciate the times when everything is magical — the days when life is absolute bliss.
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But maybe it was always about those small details you didn’t give a damn about; Your mother’s smile in the morning, your best friend’s silly piece of advice , your sister’s endless jokes and laughs, the Me time you choose to spend with your favorite books and music, or the deep conversation with that special one. Maybe this is life, this is happiness, and this is everything that ever really matters …
and I pondered this curiously crazy life and the things I failed to grasp as a girl but thought I understood now as a softer , wiser woman I thought about life and death... I thought about tonight's dinner menu too...
And that’s when I realize that, at the end, we’d all wish for the same thing. Just a little more time.
Always take time to cherish every single moment you get, and always take a second to remind yourself how special that moment truly is and just how lucky you are to have it... remember that there is someone somewhere wishing it was their moment.
It is never too late to make a change and taking some much needed alone time for yourself to reflect is not selfish.
Was that what it was really like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward? How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when surely the only sensible course would be to despair. Amazing. To feel you were a tiny living thing, sandwiched between two cliffs of darkness. How could they stand to be alive?
In headaches and in worry Vaguely life leaks away, And Time will have his fancy To-morrow or to-day.
All sorts of strange people were around, people who looked more at home than she was, even the homeless ones who spoke no English, more at home maybe because they were younger, and when she went out it seemed to her that she too had migrated, that everyone migrates, even if we stay in the same houses our whole lives, because we can't help it. We are all migrants through time.
Short-lived are both the praiser and the praised; and the rememberer and the remembered; and all this in a nook of this part of the world; and not even here do all agree; no not anyone with himself; and the whole earth too is a point.
Today is non-refundable. Therefore, I’d better live it in a manner that a refund is unnecessary.
Let time move you in love
When each minute of consciousness is a burden, an extra forty-five of them constitutes an almost insurmountable tragedy.
We never describe or define About limit of Space or Time or Nothing & Love or Mind or Infinity. Both this power is responsible for existence of the life & the Universe. Both are linked each other. Everything is start from nothing and last at infinity. Both end is can’t be defined with proper value and proof. If there is infinite or nothing power or long, how we define it is short or enough. We never imagine about nothing & infinite. We can define the theory of Matter, but we can’t define the theory of nothing or infinity
You wrapped your wings against my soul, calmly cascaded tears into eternal waters, where I sat in solitude, waiting ephemerally, for those hours of lost comfort once again, how long ago did sleep become such an end?
They refused to live in these moments right now. And they got busy in turning everything they come across, into a memory, which they could visit in the future.
The exploration of self is only enhanced by your expeditions & innumerable odysseys that nurture the mind and soul, if finding a purpose is your goal then travelling lies at the heart of it.
There is peace in the present when one's aware of how to manage what works for them and what drains them with a calm mind.
One cannot skip time, but only transcend it through innumerable memories that exemplifies human understanding.
