Often I will delve into past by going through really old posts in my blog. (I also do this sometimes by shuffling across my older digital photo collection). I wonder what kind of stupid person I was! How could I think like the way I thought. It is funny. But then I also emitted some wisdom intermittently. This comes from a 5 year old post:
"Many a time why are we not able to speak our hearts? Why are we forced by ourselves to unnecessarily draw the covers when we know they are transparent? From whom may we hide it when everybody is aware of the truth? Its just that we are not willing to accept the facts as the appear. By concealing it we are fooling ourselves into unreal world. Isn't it logically fallible!"
And another one. A bit poetic:
"I meet some people who hold my hand & they decide to walk with me. These people & their stay in my life I cannot foresee. Life for me is living in the present, cherishing what I receive ‘now’ from people & things. Let us let things shape up themselves."
"Many a time why are we not able to speak our hearts? Why are we forced by ourselves to unnecessarily draw the covers when we know they are transparent? From whom may we hide it when everybody is aware of the truth? Its just that we are not willing to accept the facts as the appear. By concealing it we are fooling ourselves into unreal world. Isn't it logically fallible!"
And another one. A bit poetic:
"I meet some people who hold my hand & they decide to walk with me. These people & their stay in my life I cannot foresee. Life for me is living in the present, cherishing what I receive ‘now’ from people & things. Let us let things shape up themselves."
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