There was a time above... A time before...
There were perfect things. Diamond absolutes.
But things fall... Things on Earth...
And what falls, is fallen.
And why do we fall?
So we can learn to pick ourselves up...
Take few moments, mull over these lines.
They belong to the greatest CBM ever made.
Read them again.
There was a time above... A time before...
There were perfect things. Diamond absolutes.
But things fall... Things on Earth...
And what falls, is fallen.
And why do we fall?
So we can learn to pick ourselves up..
And again. Apply them to yourselves and your situations.
There was a time above... A time before...
There were perfect things. Diamond absolutes.
But things fall... Things on Earth...
And what falls, is fallen.
And why do we fall?
So we can learn to pick ourselves up.
*
Shadows never leave us. Not even in darkness. Distinctively not in the dark, as they engulf us, trying to tell we are never alone. We get to choose our shadows but not what emerges from them. Loners have the longest shadows for they represent the dawn and dusk of human nature. Key to life is either having a sun of our own or strength enough to not succumb to our shadows.
*
The cycle continued. He fell in love and painfully broke out of it, over and over again. He got so habituated to heartbreaks, he desired the worst heartache of all. He waited to fall in love with someone who could never love him back. He wanted an image that never changed, a portrait that always retained its beauty, a beautiful horizon he could never reach. Centuries passed as he waited, until she found him.
*
Surrounded by the books and their musty scent brought back his old memories of isolation when all he had were the books and the voices in his head that said,"You don't need people when you have us."
Panting, alone in his gym as he was ready to give up, the voices continued,"You don't need people when you have us," and he persisted in breaking his body.
When he broke another bond and became mournful, the voices whispered,"You don't need people when you have us."
*
The first thing you realise when you pay cemetery a visit is the number of people around you. Living and the dead. You can't help but read the names off their tombstones as you pass by. You can't help but wonder who that person was and how they must have led their life. You can't help but imagine yourself ten feet under animate soil after a while. You can't help but feel alive amidst the dead.
To be continued.
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