You know the other day I took myself out on a stroll and it occured to me how much a month does to a person. Yes, a month! It feels as if every moment we make, gets somewhere inscribed deep within us, a walking and talking hardrive if I could say. I sat by the crimson colored sun painting it's magic all across the seamless sky and a canvas being crafted to perfection which sat just across from my window. If I could describe how resplendent the art is, it would have simply belittled it. Oh! I have a habit of slipping into places, crawling my way back again as I start to express something because there is only so much my words could bind. All I could interpret up until this point is that no matter how deep that wound seems, there is always something somewhere to be gratified for.
As I write this, my broken strings try playing me a music which substantially is in complete sync to the beauty of it all, my one month of moments coming in flashes. New everything calls out for some soul searching and deep within, Damn!!I am so thrilled by all of it. It has always caught me by surprise. Albeit, I promise myself of being more mindful.
If we are counting breaths, why not make every breath count? Universe will watch out for the rest like it always has.