of which one might really know nothing about, nor has one a courage to be able to see beyond what’s visible and beyond the perceptions and expectations. Challenged with numerous emotions, one concludes many and some. Things, situations and people one thinks he/she hates to be in or with persist all along, while all that one thinks he/she loved most dissolves real quick. When I looked deep, the thought that one is happy with or is happy without turns out equally distant to the truth. But ever asked self, what truth is? Is one romancing the very thought of hating or loving? And is it that the absence of the very romance that hurts most than the subject whosoever or whatsoever it is? But it takes courage to be able to digest it. Has one the courage necessary?
May the one be able to look within and beyond!
