So a promise has been made to self to keep writing, everyday. To be a writer isn't a profession, nor an art I'd say, it's just a way of expressing yourself to yourself, or to someone to whom you want to convey your thoughts. That's all.
Lately, life has been a mixed bag of innumerable emotions. One moment, it's all happy and perfect, the next, I start missing the most important piece of my life's puzzle, my love, the one who's somewhere out there, unaware of this post, these words, this longing. And I fail to understand why should the absence of someone's presence, who's even unknown, should be so powerful to make me sad. Do we mortals don't have any control over our emotions. No one should be important enough to make you sad or happy. But then, exceptions can/should be made for someone who's 'special'. And I keep waiting.
Then I wonder, what is meant by Living in the Moment? What is happiness?
Can one really be free, from the thoughts of the past, from the plans of the future. I wonder!
Lately, life has been a mixed bag of innumerable emotions. One moment, it's all happy and perfect, the next, I start missing the most important piece of my life's puzzle, my love, the one who's somewhere out there, unaware of this post, these words, this longing. And I fail to understand why should the absence of someone's presence, who's even unknown, should be so powerful to make me sad. Do we mortals don't have any control over our emotions. No one should be important enough to make you sad or happy. But then, exceptions can/should be made for someone who's 'special'. And I keep waiting.
Then I wonder, what is meant by Living in the Moment? What is happiness?
Can one really be free, from the thoughts of the past, from the plans of the future. I wonder!
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