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.
Thursday, October 13, 2016
The thoughts are been bounded by the so-called the success in others. It seems the perfect ending and the perfect day are always in the face of others. What others have done seems perfect. Are they? Despite the ending, it has never actually perfect. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.