Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Tensed to the bones...
Am I talking? Am I lecturing? Am I rambling? Am I dreaming? Come on ladies and gentlemen. I am no tiger nor an angel. Just plain me who are just like you. Why look so tensed up to the last nerve of your body system? Is it me or is it you? Is it because there is nothing great about you or nothing special? You have to loosen yourself in order to understand who you really are. Everybody is born great. How great ? You might ask. As great as any other person who has to be born in order to see what others don't see. You see me the way you see me. Can I see you the way you see me? Of course not! See. That is your birth right. And everybody has rights to something but not to everything. That spells equality. Any comment?
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